Gerald James Timothy Algernon Archibald Inchcock
The Nottinghamian lad knows he is losing it, big time.
Mentally and physically, getting help is hopeless,
He gets uptight, but he’s completely harmless,
Depressed, untidy, ill and charmless,
He can’t commit suicide, he ain’t got the time,
Even his words don’t properly rhyme!
Inchcock: Sadly searching for Sanity
Somewhere, in his tortured labyrinth of a brain,
Lies logic, intelligence, but he can’t find them today,
The brain is active but rarely reliable or decisive,
Also, hesitant, feeble, and the memory’s gone away,
Some details it retains, and admires he does say,
Mostly about medications, Red Dwarf and Will Hay,
But his desire, longing for sanity, will not go away!
However, his efforts, hopes and plans are derisive,
The mentality-seeking strategies are not conducive,
At least not for 74 years… that’s including today,
He redoubled his spiritual side, and started to pray,
Again in hopes, he’d be semi-sane again, one day,
He talks to his EQ, that’s hyper-sensitive.
He wrote to an Agony Aunt, that was digressive,
He revealed all, and thought that was impressive!
She said she couldn’t help, and she was sorry,
But why did she throw herself under a lorry?
Inchy thought that was a touch impulsive and excessive!
Regaining logicality, will he ever find a way?
Or remain an idiot, until his dying day?
Another thing, why do his wee-wees always over-spray?
This blog was produced without a warning disclaimer.
No claims made for any educationalistical prowess of the author.
Donations and mental assistance will be gladly accepted.
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Thank You
That’s a great, sanely written, nicely rhyming piece for an old, six named Nottininghamian questioning his sanity and logicalizationing abilities.
Yes, it flowed a lot easier than I thought it would. Hehe!
I fear I might lose the sanity today, though. So many ailments having a go at the same time this morning. The nerveless fingers are not recording messages to the brain about conctacting anything, and tingling now? Still, it makes a change.
Arthur Itis is toying with me. Saccades-Sandra, too.
Bring em on! Hahaha!
Oh, I’ve got the rice cooker coming today at last! And, a winter coat! Also, a new crock-pot, all from Amazon. Who sayu the ywill offer me a reduction in price, for the delayed rice cooker.
So it isn’t all bad.
Cheers, Sir.
You are funny, thank you for the posts since it does put a smile on my face.
Thanks for mentioning it Sir. Always cheers me up that, giving a laugh.
Taketh care.