
BONUS STARMER CARTOON
Did you notice that I’m now getting some graphics on the blog?
Yesterday, Carer Joe tried to help me with the CorelDraw problems. But more options were removed after our efforts.
Until this morning, I half-heartedly opened CorelDraw, fully expecting things to be the same or worse… And blow me down, it let me save graphics. Photos were still a no-no, though. So, I put this very anti-Starmer cartoon that I couldn’t the other day.
I enjoyed making this one up.
Sincere thanks to Carer Joe; he’s saved the day again!
I hope it doesn’t revert again. PLEASE DON’T 🙏🏼
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My heart was broken, abscinded…
They wanted litter pickers; I volunteered,
In amongst us, I spotted cuddly Enid,
My loins became suddenly girded,
My passion and desire, both venerated…
toward and for my new love & desire,
We romped within the floral architecture,
We fondled passion on the agenda,
Will she agree? I needed an answer,
But I was young and a chancer,
Miraculous that she acquiesced,
The primroses looked more azure,
There was a lot of her to admire,
My passion was on fire…
Our naughtiness got higher,
Amidst enjoying our knee-trembler,
Who should appear but her father!
I ended up in the hospital, in discomfiture,
He visited me, I was suitably annunciated…
My passion was now entirely abrogated,
Enid? Didn’t see her again, I was rejected,
Naturally, depressed and dejected
Till I met a Spanish gal named Soledad,
I never saw her family, especially her Dad,
From weekly romps to several daily, they escalated,
I thought they’d be ever-established,
Even then, I was denuded,
Hope it gave you a Smile?
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Plenty of ‘Giddy-Spells today.
Thought I’d just mention it.
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TTFNski, Each!
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Day: 31 May 2025
Inchy’s Ode: Friday 30th May 2025
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To go into today’s Inchy Ode,
I was unshirted, & the brain unsorted,
To the Porcelain Throne, I ventured,
The motion was being prevented,
Constipation Conrad; I was tortured,
An hour later, the torpedo appeared…
To the blood & pain, I was not enured,
It painfully slowly came out, multicoloured,
I felt my innards being distorted…
The monster stuck, it was unimparted,
Surprisingly plopping, it was aerated!
Back to the Ode, but it had to be aborted,
I think my memory box had busted,
My mind & body, both beleaguered,
Back to the WC, I almost blubbered,
I got the second torpedo out painfully,
Then, a brainwave came to me…
I’d lost the Ode’s plot, alarmingly,
I’d tell you of the WC barbarity,
I had to make visits again, how many? Three!
I thought I might take up residency…
Arthur Itis’ knees, both rheumaticky,
Since the Covid jab, I’ve felt so sleepy,
But I’ve not lost it completely…
My brain is acting somewhat whimsically,
Another tumble, another Whoopsie!
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TTFN’ski