Of course I am. What’s wrong with being obsessive? It just shows dedication (combined with mental illness) …. and to be compulsive is just to follow one’s instincts. Yes, your honour. Guilty as charged.

Laziness (L is for laziness, but I will Lie about that in a minute) is more difficult to defend. But, in my case, I would argue again, that it is instinctual.

Anyway …. with that in mind ….I might have suggested somewhere else that, with regard to this A to Z thing, I might just focus on the vowels. I have failed to deliver in that respect (L should have been for Liar) and suddenly, as of today, there’s only U to go (I owe U one). But as the second last vowel passed by I leaped upon the Ms Mathews bandwagon again. Maybe I’m obsessed with her ….

O. An obsession

I’m fishing. For her.

She’s not my possession

But I’m wishing she were

A pursuit. Not aggression.

She’s cute. Can’t you see?

But I make no impression

She’s not looking at me

Yet I speak. My confession

I’m weak at the knees

A humble expression

Of love

If you please.

Or maybe it’s for nonsense. Because that’s all I seem capable of typing these days. And there’s lots of it rattling around in my isolated head.

Fandango points out that ‘nothing ventured’ means ‘nothing gained’. I therefore entitle my contribution for today ….

‘Nothing Ventured – My life thus far’

N is for nothing

That’s going on here

There’s nobody near me

My calendar’s clear

I’ve nearly found nowhere

I’ll get there one day

But there’s nothing that’s happening there

Anyway.

A quick post. Just to show that I’m still about. Well …. not really about, anymore. Isolated, in fact. It’s for the good of everyone.

I did some more eavesdropping on Ms Matthews again and borrowed her M.

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There’s an M in manipulate

Can’t you see?

And that is what I’m doing

The M stands for me

I saw you at the party

You saw me too

So I had no choice

But to manipulate you

I wanted you to like me

I wanted you to see

M stands for motivation

And you motivate me

I can sense your hesitation

I can see you try to hide

But M is just a moment

So spend this moment by my side.

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Then gee (G) …. looking at it again, I also thought (feared), that …

C is for creepy

I don’t know mean to B

A’s an apology

For U from me

I will never achieve solidarity when it comes to questions regarding ‘the worst television ever’ – and there is certainly some dreadful stuff out there. But I’d like to put a vote in for ‘The Love Boat’. Most of you are too young to have seen it, perhaps, or too proud to admit it, but I did spend a few rainy Sunday afternoons on the couch with my sister – and the experience has scarred me for life.

Chelsea’s Terrible Poetry prompt this week relates to the Covid 19 situation, and whilst I do not wish to make light of the subject I could not help but be reminded of this truly nauseating TV show.

Forgive me.

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Love. Exciting and new

Come aboard. We’re infecting you.

Love. Let’s all get in close.

It’s an onboard romance. Can I give you a dose?

The love boat, with passengers old and vague

The love boat. Soon we’ll be spreading another plague

Set a course for the hospital

Your mind on rewriting your will

And if I don’t survive this then

I sure as heck won’t pay the bill.

Love. That won’t go away.

The cabin next door

Didn’t wake up today

Love. That we can all share

And finish our cruise in intensive care

The love boat, we’ll soon have the world on its knees

The love boat. Let’s incubate love and disease

Now please step away

‘Cause I think I am going to sneeze.

Love. What a wonderful cruise

When life becomes cheap

Just like the booze

Love. A ménage a trois?

Let’s cough on each other, down at the bar

The love boat. Don’t ever pay them in cash

The love boat. More than an embarrassing rash

And if we don’t find safe harbour

They’ll be throwing us out with the trash

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