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Misspelt – Tsk!
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Why was a chemist called an apothecary?
Would both be covered as a pharmacy?
A needle, a jab, a hypodermic, or an injection?
Shocked, amazed, flabbergasted or awestricken?
Father, Pastor, Reverend, or Deacon?
Plus, moreover, as well as, or in addition?
Educator, Professor, Teacher or Academician?
Atrocity, obsenity, disgrace or abomination?
Milligan, Byron, Keats, Shakespeare or Arion?
Acerbation, irritation, vexation or infuriation?
Continual, incessant, perpetual or aeonian?
Morning, pre-lunch, afore noon, or antemeridian?
Medical, treating, therapeutic or aesculapian?
Certification, qualification, or authentication?
Riposted, flung-back, sneered, or an antistrophon?
Stannic, brass, titanium, metal or adamantium?
Heresy, heathenism, nihilism, or agnosticism?
Reflections, musing, or contemplation?
Pandemonium, chaos, disorder, or confusion?
A stroke or fit, seizure, spasm, or convulsion?
A rattle, a crackle, a whisper, or a susurration?
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We hear words spoken in the vernacular,
Differing words for the same thing is spectacular,
Slangs, nicknames, so many colloquialisms,
All accepted, used as a conventionalism,
Each option locally respected…
Words can easily be wrongly pronounced,
Leaving visitors, strangers, dumbfounded,
Spoken local errors are best disregarded,
They get banned by Starmer at some stage?
Pronouncing a hostage as a sausage?
I love listening to others’ slang,
I’m guilty of using local verbal colloquialisms,
I’ve had a shortage of education,
What I had ignored lacked any curriculum,
Ailments left me with a lack of cohesion,
I tried to join the foreign legion…
I’m joking, of course, it could be worse…
My coffin might fall out of the hearse?
Oh no, I’m being cremated first…
I fell off a hospital trolley, as I waited…
To have my thumb sewn back on.
I’m losing the plot again, sorry…
I’ll be back on Wednesday, if not dead,
I’m getting tired and feeling addlepated,
Not sure if I’m affected, or afflicted,
Nor by what or why, can’t get me aspirated,
I think the log wound may be cestoded.
I’d like my sanity to be reconstituted…
I am mentally & physically daunted,
I think that ought to have been elided,
Or maybe thwarted?
I’ve got to get myself sorted…
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Legs seemed to get a little thinner.
Not the feet or toes, though.
Computer hassle, that Carer Joe helped me work out and get it going again.
A quickie. So many things went wrong. The nurses arrived and changed the dressing on the leg. They didn’t think the swelling on the ankle was anything to bother about. Leg was easier in the morning, but the feet were the same. Progress, methinks?
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Wee-wee shade
Mornings first view
Later view
Got food out for later.
Morning legs & feet shots
Afternoon shots
Selected this shot for the face in the clouds
Face in the clouds, Circled
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Carer Ejaz and Joe called today.
Slurp! Gobble!
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Sweet Dreams!
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Love those cloud shots. Ha, the face – a sign 🙂 Chemists here are getting too big for their boots, I think they have doctor jealousy. Ah the mention of Milligan in esteemed company gives him due honour.
The sign. I recall Reverend Salmon telling me in my young days, that Christ will appear in the clouds on his return, and he told me to keep looking. Years late I bumped into a then old chap, in the hospital waiting room. We eventually recognised each other, well, he did me. We were kids together at school, Roger his name was. We had a good natter, and he revealed that Reverend Salmon told him the same. He also became a pareidolia freak. I Googled it: The psychological phenomenon where the brain perceives recognisable patterns, such as faces or objects, in random or ambiguous stimuli. This is a common human experience and not a sign of a disorder. Well, that’s nice to know. Hehehe!
As for Spike, I had three books of his odes, like mine, rough & ready, uneducated, but his so entertaining I thought. Your last poem was brilliant. Cheers, Sir.
I thought I’d answered this one mate, I’ll have a look. Ah, now it tells me I have. Hehe!
The view and cloud photos are great, Gerry. That does look like a face in the clouds. The food looks good. Have sweet dreams!
I’m a pareidolia freak, Sir. 🤝🏻
The vast majority of viewers and listeners prefer a load of bumph to irrefutable facts. Our orange/bronze spray-painted President spews bumph every day. It shows up on millions of “news” sources as carefully distilled facts and cogently presented views. Now I look at that face among the clouds … and … and … danged face looks like Trump without the spray can. Haha!! Just saying. Grumble, snarf, grangle.
I think we share feelings over out respective counties leaders, Sir Billum. With having him as so called leader, (Billum should be doing it!), a Grumble, Snarf, and Grangle, are perfectly acceptable. Love and best wishes to all at the Manor. 🤎👌🏼🕊