A Definite Bonehead Moment

A definite bonehead moment since revised when das scribe made laughing stock of himself (circa ~ 8:30 post meridiem December twenty eighth, 2022). A retrospective account revisited courtesy the following honest to dog doe eyed, doofus dopey dilemma allows, enables, and provides figurative fodder from readers, who ordinarily lavish honorable voluntary praiseworthy feedback, now your chance to chide me viz when senior moment struck (an admitted absent minded fella, could least afford to dodge responsibility being driven to the brink of despair) of my own accord hence after perusing poem go ahead and character assassinate yours truly regarding earning convincing appellation as overgrown latchkey kid damning himself as nincompoop ace. Forsooth, he locked the entire set of apartment and car keys right there on the driver seat, and quickly did brace himself, asper the most logical strategy to proceed forthwith to resolve quandary and chase away (any hat tinned man) liable to bust windshield or window as true to form hooligan vandalism disgrace, despite that then two thousand eighteen holiday season, (year wordsmith crafted reasonable rhyme), when good willful deeds ought to pervade everyplace across all four corners of the world wide web, no doubt insinuating snivelling buffoon – pitch perfect for Monty Python crew lampoon written across visage of crankcase impossible mission to maintain buoyed spirits (r)oiled countenance scotched calm, cool, and collected demeanor series of unfortunate circumstances did displace blockhead chassis to maintain stern face obligations of maintaining, forthright, embarrassing, commonplace and healthy rapport between poet (writer in general), and fanbase necessitates apprising dedicated civility, docility, fidelity, gentility, humility, integrity, jocularity... of course how could thine spouse sabotage amazing grace, (no matter she tried in vain not to smirk or grimace), cuz the missus burst out with peals of hearty laughter at hardcase eluding obvious solution only futility venting exhaustive expletives, while unconsciously, nervously, and grimly interlace sing and interweaving fingers of both hands reckoning how jace son and the Argonauts, superman, or even a lab bottom sized drone weighing no more'n freckle on face nor measuring, no more than a bajillion kilobase, all the time cockamamie ideas race sing thru my mind lovingly crafted in lowercase, asper premium, sans amidst fifty shades of gray cerebral cells wherein memory banks perhaps indicative, viz early onset dementia praecox could be outpace sing mental acuity slowly becoming unhinged preface sing senescence, where nonsense minus sensibility dost seem to replace former sharp as a pin focus, though body still spry enough to hoist me petards attempting to climb thru bedroom window, (inevitably falling flat on my ass), yet that mean feat (if successful) insufficient stunt to join superrace, who could help me vanish into dark shadows of outer limits of twilight zone without a trace.