Someone doesn’t hurry up this author is going to award himself a rock solid medal of purest, unadulterated gold. No bite for checking. Fully, richly deserved, all the judges agreed. A week ago old Jaf was given a hard time for his rollicking, unceasing drivel. Blah blah blah. The little monster fly…Nobody can catch…Faster than bullet…Blah blah blah. Since all perfect patience and forbearance; nothing else. Quiet and calm. Buddha smiles radiating…The aircraft carrier cannot shoot. Italy how many? Spain…With his health Jaf had no need worry about Co-rona, Co-ron-A. (To the tune of the old hit from the days the man was in fact not a bad little crooner himself. Co-rina, Cor-in-A...) Plenty loaded up already on the Jafaar’s plate how many years now. Dialysis, the growth on his colon, older brother Hussein buried last year. Younger Sharif had recently collapsed. We more fortunate were brought back to the field now. Yes, indeed. Far from the only one in the neighbourhood too taking some little gratification from the new found position.
April Fools’
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