Thursday 12th March 2020
Hmong: Hnub Thursday 12 Lub Peb Hlis 2020
Bad, bad day!
Not the ailments to blame,
It was the brain I could not contain,
My logicality was just the same,
No one, but myself to blame!
02:10hrs:
Horrible day,
Concentration went away,
Much graphicalisationing,
In fact, I was addicted,
The end was being predicted,
I forgot things before I remembered them,
I was coughing and bringing up phlegm,
Signs of concentration, precious few, a gem,
Thoughts of giving up, I could not stem!
The mind in a tizzy and stew,
So bad, I rarely made a brew,
I think I might be getting the flu,
I pressed on, Dizzy Dennis making me feel blue,
The mind, all of a hullabaloo,
Shaking Shoulder Shirley was with me too,
I felt in another world, I can tell you!
Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failing,
I felt like sobbing and wailing,
The brain was confused, unavailing,
Life was not plain sailing,
Forever pain and ailing,
Depression was prevailing,
I could do with some wassailing,
But my hopes were failing!
Will I ever again, go abseiling?
The grey-cells thoughts were tangled, here and there,
My shattered hopes, now beyond repair,
I’d almost finished updating this blog,
Believe me, it had been a hard slog!
After hours and hours, I felt all agog,
Computerising, I got the shakes,
I lost this diary, ‘For Gawd’s Sake!’
Demoralised, hit by an emotional earthquake,
How much more, can I take?
Help!
Sad state you are in. Nicely worded and rhymed. Coughing and flu symptoms are not good.
Hi, Tim. Thanks mate.
Not so good at the moment. But draming of Cyril and Lady actually cheered me up.
Some borborygmic gurgling kicking off as I type.
TTFNski
Friday the 13th arrived early in Nottingham it appears. Your mention of abseiling brought this cartoon to mind. Hoping it helps offset a humph or two. Glad that a dream of Cyril and Lady arrived at a timely moment. 🙂
https://condenaststore.com/featured/im-just-saying-robert-leighton.html
Cheers, Bill.