I Can Never Comply With Fastidious Hygiene

I can never comply with fastidious hygiene Try as thee most persuasive person might, he/him, she/her, they, them... can never wean yours truly always objected being told when to bathe/shower particularly when puberty found yours truly a tween and my mother (deceased eighteen plus years - sess her bowl), she exerted authority and told her "take a bath, or no supper" analogous to a queen, strict disciplinarian to boot who wedded her king (my late father) at age nineteen the latter (day saint) quite keen nevertheless both experienced love towards each other and tricked out their progeny (myself included) with halloween getup, I vaguely recall Amelie Beth (their eldest daughter - older sister of mine) donned as an angel lighting up night sky, an empyrean permanent heavenly fixture popular through Byzantine epoch, which blinded her brother (me), cuz yours truly, the devil in disguise. Here I sit scores of decades now edging closer to the edge of night, and approaching those twilight years remembering protesting vehemently (way past the bewitching hour) not wanting to wash myself in the tub (water frigid cold), I write how mother dearest, whose presence I wanted to smite this puny progeny grappling as a neophyte whose Lilliputian stature (when a prepubescent) a over five feet in height who when constantly teased courtesy bullies ran back to ma mommy whose son totally affright. If employed in social services field, why the above might justifiably smack of insubordination hashtagging me as Pigpen thereby wharf fare prompting me to cleanse myself diving off a Quai in an effort for Peanuts gallery to accept yours truly well nigh but unfortunately getting mistakenly captured as a prisoner of war forced by Japanese to construct two parallel bridges spanning the river Kwai as part of Burma Railway, also called the Death Railway, for the many lives lost in its construction, but my daring do, (and boyish good looks) found yours truly whisked away to the island of Hawaii, where hula dancers choreographed, entranced, and finessed their seductive routines a native lass smitten courtesy one wily word wizard whose courage bucked up after munching powder milk biscuits taken as mistress helped beget our daughter, who became apple of mine eye.