Inch’s Ode: Saturday 31st May 2025

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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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10 thoughts on “Inch’s Ode: Saturday 31st May 2025

  1. That’s a great ode to love and naughtiness in your younger days. Caught by Dad. Never a good ending. Sorry to hear about your Coral Draw travails.

    • So pleased you liked the Ode, Tim.
      I’m getting more and more uptight, Tim.
      I’d say what next… but I’d better not, cause that’ll get me more worried. Oh, I’ve said it now. Hehe!

  2. Good to find myself in the company of yourself and fellow fans of fun and finagling. My latest hobby/time consumer — learning the language of the Dutch. They call it Niederlands, of course.
    A shame and a pity that Starmer shames himself so. Let us hope that he doesn’t find himself borrowing a can of orange/bronze spray paint of the kind favored by the person I did not vote for last November.
    Wishing you a fine and ever freakishly set of adventures on what is now Sunday in the Land of the Nottings.
    Now, I must return to a bit more Dutch words before dreaming about twin Starmers. Gad!!

    • “hope that he doesn’t find himself borrowing a can of orange/bronze spray paint of the kind favored by the person I did not vote for last November” had me smiling, they can’t take that away.
      Twin Starmers, is gem as well..

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