Inchcock’s Ode & Advice on Pride

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 ode.
Much cheered you liked it, Tim! Thanks.
A well balanced ode rhyme where Doreen seeks to guide with imposition and guile all the while. Venting her spleen to make you anything but serene.
A vex on that hex!
Fsrned good little ode there, I fank you.
Doreen chewed on my comment and spat it out. Then stomped on it and deleted it. What an insufferable beast! A vex on that hex. Aaarrrrgggghhhhhh!
Saved this one just in case Doreen is still around.
Hahaha! Very sensible! She’s always lurkling ready for ruin something.