Best Fit As A Fiddle Poems

Unsolicited feedback
across rock of ages woke
beguiling ghostly busty spectre
courtesy Marie-Antoinette,
(i.e. bride of France's arty choke
King Louis XVI) bespoke

let him eat cake, and (sic)
send back the bloody bloke,
aye suddenly begot idea rye
Jack Corner of zee desk
didst impale and provoke
moderately painful injury

right side rib cage
analogous to intriguing
unfortunate...

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FIT AS A FIDDLE

I used to be fit as a fiddle
When I was in my prime.
I could run the London Marathon 
In a perfectly reasonable time.

I would play five sets of tennis,
Then dance throughout the night 
And still be at the local gym
Before it was...

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Fretfully aching to feel fit as a fiddle

After experiencing a severe,
albeit violent near lethal bout
of irritable bowel syndrome
(yesterday night August 30th, 2023)
triggered courtesy dulcolax caplets plus 
healthy portion of lentils,
I (a beatle browed, foo fighting, 
night ranger needing nirvana) 
imperiled me to twist and shout
as...

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