Maintaining One’s Sanity – Not easy you know!

With Thanks To Madge & Margo for the Memories

SANITY

Did I have it in the first place, though?
I started going loopy about 70 years ago,
Long before I attained the shape of a rhino,
My voice then would have been falsetto,
I ate ice cream, long before they made the Cornetto,
I lived in a terraced house, in the Meadows ghetto,
No hot water, inside loo, no electricity until 1952,
Mother was the pushy one, scared me stiff… a virtuoso,
But the police were after her, run away, she had to go,
In winter, ice on every cracked or broken window,
Twelve years of tripping over the warped lino.

Dad said, we need money; I’ve got some jobs for you!
Two paper rounds, a Saturday job, that’s just a few!
After school, I rush home; here’s what I’d do,
Clean and set the fire, and make Dad some stew,
He could be home six o’clock, or a quarter to two,
No time to play, but I did pray for a TV to view!
Never got one, of course, but one was always due,
Not that I had the time anyway, with the cleaning up to do!

Got a job, two guineas a week, got a flat, although…
I got impetigo, got thrown out, so off I had to go…
Playing solo Ludo… it wasn’t terrific, you know!
But I got into digs, full board… and found myself aglow,
The landladies daughters, things unknown to me they did show!
I was proud and macho, every night, with Madge and or Margo…
Showed me the best ways to keep from feeling low!
Lessons that even today, I’m glad I did undergo,
More later, time to take my medications now – Hoho!

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Part of the Nottingham Lads True Tales of Woe In Rhyme series

ODE TO SUNDAY 24th OCTOBER

ODD SNIPPETS OF LITTLE INTEREST

06:15hrs, I woke up, thinking something was weird… eerie,

Not knowing what it was, was annoying me…

Ah, that’s it; I didn’t want a wee-wee,

Well, this is a change, rare, causing infelicity,

I rose and pressed on with my best ability,

I spotted the foot rot on my bloated toes nails; that’s a pity!

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TOOK A BAD PHOTO OF THE VIEW

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MORNING CARER ARRIVED

Two carers came in, without ringing,

Team leader Natalie, and a new gal to me,

Her name was Cherie or Charlie.

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COMPUTERISATIONING

I was doing so well,

But it was stopped by the intervention…

By the dreaded Blue Screen.

What Is The Blue Screen Of Death? BSOD Explained.

Something about losing a memory configuration?

It did not receive my appreciation!

I responded by turning it off and making an absquatulation!

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TO THE KITCHENETTE

Niggled by the problems using Corel,

I got Josies’ meal prepped, then, Oh, hell!

Cutting the vegetables, as I usually do,

Carrots, water chestnuts and others too,

And getting them into Josies’ chilli stew,

Well, what do you think I did do?

Cut my finger, the bleeding didn’t last,

I put on an Elastoplast, but I reminded steadfast!

Got extra sauce made, added to Josies’ repast,

Stayed in the kitchen, so’s not to get sidetracked,

It worked at first, and that’s a fact…

It began to cook, smelling good, and I forecast…

This one might taste better than the last!

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MADE A BREW OF GLENGETTIE TEA

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JOSIES’ LUNCH DONE & DELIVERED!

I delivered it to  Josies’ door on time again, not late!

The gal seemed to like the look of and the smell on the plate,

No chance of her going to abrogate,

Hope she likes it, and it’s adequate!

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BACK TO THE KITCHENETTE

Taking the camera back, the Peripheral Neuropathy…

Shook the arm painfully, it does that  with aperiodicity,

Uncongenialy this time, heartily, with duplexity,

Muggins here dropped the camera; what a pain…

Caught it and droppsied it again!

Resulting in my taking two involuntary two photographs

Amazingly, they were better than when I intended to take them!

Hahaha!

Unfortunately, I took them on my way down to the floor!

I now have a very annoyingly slight bruise on the top of my head,

For only a little while,  blood it did shed,

I swore a smidge, and I had a rest, instead!

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EVENING NOSH MADE & IMBIBED

Cooked, and this is how it looked,

A substituted meal from Sainsbury’s again!

The taste was not too good either; it sucked!

Afterwards, I got stomach pains!

Maybe I’d over-cooked?

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Part of the Nottingham Lads True Tales Of Woe – In Rhyme (Of sorts)