Sent from my fish finder:
Deadmans Corner, ME, is the site of this year’s
Morticians Convention. It will include a
barbecue. (BYOB-bring your own body)
I got roped into writing some verse. Guess that made me a poet lariat. (If that’s knot to your liking, try watching
“The Sheepshank Redemption”.)
I had to
make a trip to the ER last week. I had
my oxygen tank with me and the hose on my nose.
The nurse
asked if I was on oxygen.
I replied
no, I dressed up and have my tie on.
Taught me
not to be flippant when you’re about to get an enema. (But I’m glad it’s behind me.)
My hands
have been digitized by hours on the keyboard.
Because
of possible use in the U.S. a famous song has been redone: “Drone, Drone on the Range.”
Flock of
trumpeter swans looking for a trombonist.
I am a
little behind on my writing for this week due to a visit to the ER due to
impacted bowel.
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