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WHY COVID?
Covid-19 and Sars-CoV-2, why they came, is what I’m thinking?
Government confused findings, need reabsorbing…
Pandemic and HMG hold a party, hobnobbing?
Annoyed me, so this Ode I’m now scribing…
Yet, to their rules, I’ve been acquiescing,
Two years now, since any Doctor interfacing,
Definites, the Government are sidestepping?
I feel like I’m permanently convalescing,
Anti-maskers are not exactly applauding…
Anti-vaccers protests showing no signs of concluding,
Jab or mask-wearing? Some are not deciding…
I follow the guidelines, but it can be confusing,
Doing what you can to protect others is frustrating,
Between the Do’s and the Don’ts, there’s bile offloading,
No give or understanding of others, compassion is subsiding,
Sarcasticness abounds, even where I am residing!
Coronavirus arrives, HMG problems beginning,
Changes meant more hassle, problems teething,
Proletariats, needing hopes strengthening,
Some vague chance of things improving…
New strains, deaths, started the mudslinging…
Ordinary voters started teeth-gnashing,
Anti-vaxxers and maskers began badmouthing,
But some uncaring folks just started shrugging,
Accusing HMG of ignorance and gross mismanaging,
The businesses set out to gain more profit – I’m seething!
Indeed, we should be encouraging, not rubbishing?
Official figures are baffling and misleading,
Dyscalculia makes it difficult in reading…
Have the Governments been Shanghaiing?
In favour of financing, from businesses and banking?
Are their advisors’ advising wrongly and failing?
Does their arriere-pensee to us need rethinking?
How do they stop the money-men from sabotaging?
The bankers, investors from profit-pocketing?
Indeed it’s impossible to stop them interfering and scavenging?
And, whatever’s happened to the political duelling?
No calls from Labour, as Kinnock would have been lambasting?
Lib-Dems are still about, are they? I’m just asking!
I think I worked it out; why is the silence blasting?
They both think, thank heavens, we are not ruling…
All this confusion, entangling… they’ve no idea of detangling,
So give Boris no bother, or at the subsequent voting…
The masses may vote for us, and we win… nonplussing!
The thought of us dealing with things is blood-curdling!
Labour in power, cause enough for frightful caterwauling!
Well, that’s enough of my HMG & Covid caterwauling,
Not such a good Ode, this one, it left me… Tsking!
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WHY AM I SO UNLUCKY?
I’ll start with one event, the heart thing,
That was not unlucky; it did not leave me whining!
This operation saved my life… Else I’d have been missing…
The Hernia, Peripheral Neuropathy and Colin Cramping,
Cancer of the bladder, and stroke, and a lot of bemoaning. Hehe!
Being an unlucky sod can be so time-consuming,
Leaving very little time left for resting and vacuuming,
A Whoopsiedangleplop, maybe the Thought Storms brewing…
A memory loss, missed bus, lost keys or painful burping…
From near-deadly to a tap left running or finger burning,
Ailments, senility and old age means the end of by beep-bopping,
The worst is Vascular Dementia, the brain transitioning…
My diabetes and oedema cause much bother urinating,
Each morning, the feet will be either bloated or very thin,
It’s not so bad since I stopped doing my trampolining,
The tumbling or fallings is constantly threatening…
Neuropathy and Shaking Shoulder Shirley are disquietening!
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I regularly get subconjunctival haemorrhaging,
Saccades and the new eye problems are definitely worrying,
Floaters, cataracts and glaucoma, almost frightening!
Everything taking longer to do, from the ablutioning…
Painful bending to retrieve dropped items can sting!
Oh, and evacuations on the Throne, and Wee-weeing!
I nearly always cut myself shaving,
Sometimes taking many minutes peeing…
Occasionally, taking only seconds at urine freeing!
The Porcelain Throne, often with evacuation misfunctioning.
Porcelain Throne options for me are; water-like spurting…
Which can be over like lighting!
Or resistant, rock-hard, and bloody,
Either or both are constantly hurting and agony!
Cleaning, me or the flat internally, is so burdening,
Seems nowadays to take an eternity, and much groaning,
Hardly any time for my beloved Word Pressing,
My confidence is egringolering…
My hearing is worsening…
Every task’s success is gimping!
The leaking blood through the plaster was bubbling!
But it was not at all troubling…
Cause actually, it made me do some laughing…
Which I found rather refreshing!
Inchcocks’ True Odes to Life Series
That plaster with bubbles is a definite work of art. You nailed the issues, not any different here, just different identities in roles, same guff, sadly.
Cheers, Paul. I was just a smidge depressed, so let vent. I do that every ten years or so, you know. Hehehe! Thanks.
Ah, the plaster, Sir. The nurse mentioned they were using a new type now, I didn’t catch the name. Amazing how the bubbles appeared, and so quickly too. Soon stopped it, with a splash of after-shave, that did the trick. I jumped a bit, mind. Hahaha!
Keep safe out there, -2°c the moment, and windy with it. Same your end methinks. Cheers, Sire.
Opposite down here in Orstaya we have had some cooler days, but around 113f. Stay safe indeed good sir.
113°f? Gawd blimey, I’m jealous! Hehehe! Thanks, keep well, Sir.
Ice blocks on order 🙂
Hahaha!
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Yer have graphicals that are better than any produced anywhere. Most of the discussion by the disease centers toss in too many $50 words that are 50 words each. The virus and all its family members come to life in vivid and scary color. And the planet lets you know how far they have travelled. Why has Boris J not already hired you…well, yer might have to report to Dominic Cummings.
The Anti vaxxers put forth much more enthusiasm for *not* getting jabbed, even though the facts are clear enough. Hold on a second, Trump denied it, then got it, then got the best measures to defeat it, then denied everything positive about them, and is still at it.
The shaving cuts required a beach-towel-sized dabber, that thing looks like it’s 6 foot long. That defied belief until yer arrived with bubbles arising from beneath the plaster. So you are also unique in that department. Actually, the poster-sized illustration of all — or at least some — of yer ailments show more detail than anything I have seen at any physician offices. A unique bloke altogether.
Sayeth the Billum
Bless you Sir! Kind you are, and the bringereth of smiles to ones mush! Haha!
Actually saw the warden this morning, regarding the four weeks carer rates they tekk me are overdue. Deana rang them, to explain that I’ve set up a Direct Bebit with them… after a minute or twos time talking with ‘The Boss’, she told Deana not to worry it’s gone through… Then why do they send me bills with threats of reclaimant action if not paid on time??? That does worry me! Humph!