Can one cope with the lockdown, and still get vacationing done?
The piccies and odes below, show how Inchcock managed this fete, feet, feat!
The junk room I was in, so I did stay,
Watched video, although no BluRay,
I viewed episodes, of Red Dwarf and Stingray,
Had nibble of yoghourt, strawberry,
By gum it was nice, to escape as they say!
Washed my socks and blue beret,
I was content, not uptight or snidey,
In fact, I was moving well, not torpidly,
I was relaxed, my mind working unhurriedly,
So I left the messy scullery,
Then went on a tour of the balcony!
Leaving me wet, cold and unhappy again,
Although stubbing my toe was a pain,
But this trip out wasn’t mundane,
The bleeding left me with a bloodstain,
My slippers’ll have to be cleaned again,
But my sense of humour I did retain,
Porcelain Throne, needed, that I must not retain,
I hope it passes easily and is not a painful strain!
A place where I’ve had many a fall,
Accifaupas, Whoopsiedangleplops I have in there,
Well above my fair-share,
The wet room, always something to hurt, scare or enthral
Good stuff too, to be fair,
Sometimes on the Throne, I see passings in freefall,
Others, with blockages, nothing moves, at all,
Yes, the seat seems to get heavy wear,
At times in there, there’s little fresh air,
Bleach & disinfectant I do share,
It’s a losing battle, but do I care?
Sometimes, I think I must be bilingual,
Frustrated, my language can be, erm… individual,
Naughty words used, I do declare,
When the flush doesn’t work, despair!
No wonder I’ve got no hair!
Gives me many a nightmare,
It nips, pinches finger-ends, traps your finger hair,
Blood flows using it’s unfair,
It drives me, nearly nuclear…
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But the situation down there was desperate for sure,
Trying to find a way out, I stubbed my toe,
Perhaps later, I’ll give it another go?
Still, I mustn’t complain, though!
Written on the spur of the moment, I apologise!
