Wednesday 8th December 2021
Fings I read, sometimes those I view…
Glaringly show a change in my milieu,
Viciousness, cruelty and lack of virtue,
Growing greed, drugs, alcohol, always in need,
I do some little Odes to go with each preview,
I’ll have to set myself a curfew…
For I’ve a lot of things, I have to do…
I don’t want to run late, causing a hullabaloo!
Shortly to the dentist, I’ll have to go…
I’m not scared or nervous, oh, no. No…
No sweat or nervousness from me does flow…
I shall keep calm, steady as I go…
Any falling of tears, I’ll stop; I know,
Ah, now I’ll have to stop in mid-flow…
For wandering off the topic, I did go!
I sense brewing up within me, a foggy mind fiasco!
Spotted on BBC Site!
Where they got the forty times from, I know not,
It was now more than a dozen, but that’s enough, what?
After clarificationing, the women officers were rather hot…
I thought, on one occasion, a taser would be shot!
Each raid increased my usage of the chamber pot,
But they did give me a food parcel, quite a lot,
Gin, biscuits, steak, turkey, crisps and whatnot,
For my not being a moaning fusspot?
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Sense of Humours Demise!
This brought back into my damaged mind…
A time when folks were more pleasant and kind,
Jokes at others expense… but no one gained?
Our sense of humour still remained…
Now the PC brigade is unrestrained…
The worlds do righters; are they all unsained?
It’s easier in this world to be scatterbrained,
As the compassion and empathy are slowly drained!
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Opticians
Like Doctors and dentists alike,
They now wish patients would take a hike!
Coronavirus, now Omicron with its recent spike…
People out without masks on, buying up the Nike,
Christmas contact, so virus spreading – Crikey
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NHS Maintain Some Humour!
The standard or garden employees of the NHS,
Well, I thank them all, Heaven thank them, and bless!
Mistreated, the Politician pay them a rise, a pittance!
These expense-fiddlers live in several houses, all chandeliered!
Well, it’s time that the righteous mutineered…
Then strikers would be genuinely feared…
But the NHS staff will not – though their hopes are withered…
Will the MPS stop fiddling if they are ever sobered?
Will Nurses etc., continue to get backstabbed?
Will the NHS staff stop getting clobbered?
Will MP’s ever stop getting bribed?
Do they still get free drinks, thus get imbibed?
The Virus … Has anyone checked…
With whom the MPs are necking!
No Expense Form Claim checking!
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The Law
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Laughter!
The old folk, most of them have still got the oomph!
To laugh at themselves and be a little pottymouth,
Edinborough, Manchester and Portsmouth…
To Weymouth, Nottingham and Yarmouth…
Political Correctness? They’ve had enough!
Try telling them what to do – they’re pretty tough!.
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Nottingham!
Not a lot of folk in Nottingham are aristocratic,
They are famed for being somewhat autocratic!
Shoplifters, druggies, muggers, old uns arthritic…
ATM con artists, a few have jobs, some even autistic…
Alcoholics, Methodists, Atheists, and Catholic,
Muslims aplenty, we house them after taking them in…
But no complaints from me, for me it’s a win-win!
Apart from the Escooterers, they are a danger and chaotic,
Students from afar, all corners of the globe, some are Balearic!
Without them, life would be quiet, not hectic,
I’ll stop now; I’ve got to take my diuretic,
Got carers coming to dose me? It’s pathetic!
But, that’s me, the human Guinea pig, innit?
Then I have to shower, change of clothes, be contortionistic,
Frustrating, but I don’t get apoplectic or dramatic…
If I shave without cutting myself, I think that’s cosmic,
Lousy Ode today… the whole this is diabolic…
I’m off then, radio, later on, the Barnsley philharmonic.
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Well, I got that wrong, but happily so,
It was Brass Band music, great, kiddo!
Blidworth Welfare Brass Band, too,
They were good, credit where it’s due…
They played absolutely excellent. Yahoo!
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Nice set of comics. Got humor to jolt the old memory.
I fank you, Sir.
Quite a range of illustrations of the local scene, highlighting places once lived by Inchy and documented by the Beeb. Escooters and criminals at every corner, A likeness in the bed at the height of contagion, now caught more easily than the old-style covid is the new virus on the blcok that is even more easily encountered than all the contenders that house the wards.
What is that fellow doing with a full-sized ladder in the middle of the road?
Reminds me of the time a pick-up truck lost its ladder on the road ahead of my vehicle. That ladder did skillfully bounce from top to bottom to achieve a fancy dance, then danced over to the side of the road and settled down right behind the driver who patiently waited at that side of the road. No issues, no problemos. Good luck to our laddered friend crossing the road in modern Nottingham.
Well wishes to all and each!
That chap in the middle of Arkwright Street, be the local shops window cleaner, Sir. He would not have survived today.
Nicel worded comment again, Sir Billum.
Thanks fer the wishus.
The cough and sore throat are getting worserer, oh dearie me.
Virus, cold… we shall see.
Love to HRH and thee.
The tradesmen of the day needed to literally carry the tools of the craft to survive, no niceties such as listing your services on the computers of today — and not the one that required punched cards, the way I would program them in the 1970s. Pioneering days.
HRH and myselfeth send much love and Christmas cheeres!
Ah, clocking in for work… I liked doing that.