The Thursday Groan

The caterpillar,
Made New Year resolution,
Turned over new leaf.

Making you groan… any day of the week!


Clipart image of a team of doctors

inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 18 November 2021, imbibe.

There once was a fellow called Ted,
Went to doctor’s with pain in his head,
With great faith he imbibed,
What the quacks had prescribed,
But the next day he fell down stone dead.

Prompt image for the Fandango One Word Challenge prompt

Fandango’s Provocative Question (17 November 2021)

Prompt image for the Fandango's Provocative Question prompt

Fandango Provocatively asks:

Do you have any tattoos? What is the meaning or significance of them? If you do have tattoos, do you have any regrets about any of them?

I’m wary of doing anything that can’t be undone, and that includes getting a tattoo. It always felt like something I could very likely regret, so why do it in the first place? So no, no tatts.

One likely regret is that it might have looked attractive when my skin was young and firm, but maybe butt ugly when my skin is old and flabby.

Really, for me, any bodily displays, any form of nudity, tatts, etc. are for the young. Us flabby old farts should keep ourselves covered. I suspect that’s why the fashion industry uses twenty-year-olds rather than seventy-year-olds.

There will doubtless be people who’ll tell me that tattoos can be removed, but no, they can’t. Not removed, restoring the skin to its original condition.

Don’t get me wrong – tatts can be attractive. But it ain’t necessarily so.

This was the symbol for the German CND, back in the day
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