Whatever happened to the apples of Britain?
No more do we see any Winter Pearmain?
One thing never changed, Britain’s brain-drain…
Antisocial behaviour rife, for years, and does remain,
Yobbo gangs, threatening, mugging, causing fear & pain.
Names... where are the Grizelda’s, Alberts, and Morgaine?
Manners and empathy are also on the wane!
And, where did this go, the cure-all tincture?
For toothache, headache, grazed knee… any discomfiture,
Forgotten names used to be replaced with doojigger,
Kids seem to be getting less pain tolerant, queasier,
And cunningly clever, with their selective amnesia!
Doctors are hard to see, getting fussier, nit-pickier,
Life is being centred around the blogosphere!
Youth tending to rely on drugs, handouts, and crapulence...
Manners dwindling nowadays, it is not worth tuppence…
There have always been the uneducated and dense,
I had little schooling, thus my ignorance and diffidence,
Never had a chance or skills to gain any effulgence,
I tend to go from self-lecturing to reticence,
My fears and self-loathing showing accrescence!
Most transmogrified, is the UK’s jurisprudence…
Parole Board murderers show not guilt, but impenitence,
Freeing killers early, to murder again, with idempotence,
Politicians so full of their natural grandiloquence,
Minister, MPs, showing very little signs of self- consilience!
No prosecutions for Grenfell… causing truculence…
Political skulduggery, they have turned into a science!
All the above and more, has caused me the loss of my mojo!
Damned Dementia Doreen, means that I must use Word-Hippo…
What bit of control I have mentally, is minimal and slow?
My physical control of my own limbs? Impossible, it’s a no-go!
Peripheral Neuropathy, Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun have a beano,
Daily making life painful, and distorting the brain’s dataflow…
How I can do these odes is a mystery, a curio!
HIGHLIGHT
Buying my second-hand TriumphToledo…
It cost me £195 you know…
Even then, that was good value,
I drove it away, for mate Geoff to review,
Off to his house, he was on furlough…
Pulled up near his house’s hedgerow…
The mounting broke, and the engine fell through!
Dust, rust, sparks and petrol all over the place, flew,
Not such a bargain after all, what a fiasco!
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MUSINGS OVER AILMENTS
It used to come naturally to me, but I no longer have astucity,
A cowardly wimp nowadays, I’ve lost my audacity,
Also gone into the ether, is my physical mobility…
Thanks to Dementia Doreen... also my mental agility,
I’m clinging on desperately, to my veridicality.
I’m unsure of the level of damage, mentally,
Confusion has developed with great ferocity...
The eyesight? This could be an approaching fatality?
The short-term memory, well, that’s another divorcee…
She broken her connection with the brain, you see!
I can no longer hear, see, and I walk (wobble) rather awkwardly,
Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, Peripheral Neuropathy Petey…
Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Cataracts Kathy,
Arthur Itis, Saccades Sandra etc., are driving me batty,
Nicodemus's Neurotransmitters, all draining my energy!
Why do I give names to my various ailments?
It’s all part of my plan, to maintain some renitence,
I think it’s vital, to offer some resistance…
I realise that there’s no chance of rejuvenescence...
Dying nerve-ends untreatable, but that’s common sense!
And I want to avoid going on antidepressants!
The end must be nigh, I expect no resurgence...
Some days, I can accept things, with a sort of sentience…
Discussing with myself in my nocturnal somniloquence,
A Carer came in and caught me once, but no consequence!
Some days I feel so alone, a bit like a Yeti...
Then, I may rise from slumber, quite jubilantly,
Every morning, requiring a pain killer and a pee!
That’s another thing, Cancer of the bladder, but it’s okay...
They found it while mending my hernia, and lasered it away!
The bladder now half the size it was in my younger day.
Half the storage capacity, so I keep wee-weeing away!
Keeping the wee-wee bucket handily close, a short distance!
I used to love having moments of reminiscence...
Many a good, and many a bad experience...
Torments me, they can sometimes be intense,
Then the memory fails, thoughts turn to nonsense...
Making no sense, hogwash, utter stultiloquence!
On a bad a day mentally, I can change moods so quickly.
From feeling rather contented… It can turn so swiftly,
To a Dracula depression, my thoughts can turn ugly,
Self-hate and loathing, fears, shame, predominantly,
Sometimes I can come out of the darkness, resplendently,
The next failing, forgetting, fall, and back, maybe unjustly…
Into the world where thoughts rumble darkly,
Minutes later, I may be making a mug of Glengettie tea…
Whistling to myself merrily…
Rather unfrequently,
Yet almost happily?
NEMO MORTALIUM OMNIBUS HORIS SAPIT
