Cousin Ivanic Has Imm Disorder
My third cousin Ivanic has IMM Disorder.
Without pausing for breath, he commandeers all conversations.
Family reunions are ruined because no one else can speak.
His mother, Elzoretta says “Go sit somewhere else Ivanic!”
Ivanic has hundreds of degrees; he is an expert on everything.
He does not interrupt you, he simply does all of the talking.
Once he bites into you like a wood tick on a boar’s head, it’s over.
IMMD is a horrible disorder to experience. Some never return.
I finally figured out a strategy. Always sit at Elzoretta’s table.
He is not allowed to sit with her, right? Others have also figured it out.
We had to build an enormous round table now,
Where we are all heading, hoping Ivanic will sit anywhere else.
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