By Inchie
78 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Mechanical ticker valve, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Stephany, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, FND, ... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Diabetes 2, Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich, Cartilage Chloe & Carole and am flat-bound. Tsk!
Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe!
I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
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Excellent rhyme with reason of insanity.
Thanks, Tim.
It had to be done, to ease how I feel today. Hehehe!
A bit of fun, and an escape… that could be a fair title for my next one, do you think?
Cheers, Sir.
To couch (or 1968 recline) in able terms — you are once of a kind inimitable!
Hahaha! Cheers Mon Ami, Bill.
Just gave me an idea there, Bill, for the next bad rhyming ode, Merci!
Keep well, look after your gal, and watch out for the keboard interloper. TTFN
Always a joy to inspire a rhyming ode: a la mode even 🙂