Druggling like Juggling but involving more medication and fewer balls!

  

'Dodgy Body Breakdown' 

Today I visited the local apothecary 

And all evidence is indicative 

Of me having won a healthcare lottery.

Changing from taking tablets to self injection, 

Hoping to avoid a nasty bacterial infection.

Some medical feedback and on reflection: 

It is easy to inject in the fat, which wraps my tum,

Or to get a loved one to stick it in my big fat bum.

There are other alternatives for skinning a cat

Taught muscle to target instead of flaccid fat.

Last week, for a laugh, I gave this a go,

It was a bit of a 'cock-up', if you want to know.

My epi-pen just took flight across the room

A sign of clumsiness or harbinger of doom?

Like Dylan

"I don't want to inject in my thigh anymore",

A real time validation of Newton's Third Law.

George Roberts (The times they are a changing) November 2026.

Unfriendly little fellows

 

Dog Fisherrel!

My topical tropical fish were untypically humpy

In fact they were quite off it and grumpy.

Apparently, I forgot to refill the digital automatic feeder!

So l fed them by hand,

And now they look grand,

As they are actually, rather than virtually, replete. 

My fish are happily lunching 

But you cannot hear them munching. 

Because, "In aquaria no one can hear your Bream".

George Roberts who should know better November 2026

Ode to Tartiflette

 

Ode to Tartiflette (or how I stopped worrying about my waistline and learned to love full fat baked cheese)

When it turns autumnal 

You can wager a Brie bet,

That if I need to warm up

I bake a tasty tartiflette.

When the wind blows so very cold.

From my head to my knobbly knees.

I will seek: potatoes, onions, garlic, 

Wine and molten cheese.

Although its full of 'taters'

I like to be well fed,

And though I need no more carbs,

I like to dip my bread.

I enjoy a spoon of grain mustard.

Rosemary and nutmeg are a must.

I savour a sourdough slice to push through 

A baked Reblochon or Camembert crust.

Some like their Irish Stew cordon-bleu,

You may choose what you culinary please.

Some favour their chicken curry vindaloo 

 But for me, when it comes to autumn, it's 'Fancy-French' baked cheese.

George Roberts 'Spleeny' Doggerel November 2026

Rhubarb 'faux steamed' pudding in 5 minutes.

 

According to my amazing wife who makes this sweet treat. 

For the batter:

• One egg
• 56 grams of self raising flour
• 56 grams of soft butter 
• 56 grams of caster sugar 

Beat together until it changes into a thick and creamy batter.

For the rhubarb compote: (Made before and refrigerated).

Cube the rhubarb and put into a saucepan 

Add a little star anise and ginger to taste.

Add a wine glass of orange juice.

Add caster sugar to taste.

Stew on a low heat until the rhubarb is cooked and thickens into a compote.

Allow to cool in a refrigerator.

Put two table spoons of stewed and sweetened rhubarb compote in the bottom of a suitably  sized microwaveable bowl. 

Put half the mixture on top of the rhubarb.

Microwave at full power (900 w) for two minutes and 15 seconds.

Leave to stand for one minute.

Turn out into a dish.

Pour some double cream over the top.

Add a piece of honeycomb for a real sweet treat!

Eat whilst hot.

Serves one. - Lush!

Halloween

 

Halloween has always been a big event in Suffolk, UK. We have lived here for nearly forty five years and had never heard that it is also known as 'Samhain' in this county.

Saying goodbye is so very hard to do!

 

Saying Goodbye is so very hard to do

Once you buy into bullshit 

It is difficult to let go

You can see where you went

Like shit in the snow

You were given a hat

With a few words to repeat

That worked on the way up

And now in retreat

You did and said things awful 

And if you let it go

You will have to smell the turd

That's still there in the snow

You were told you were important 

For the first time in your life

Protecting all the women folk 

Whilst dumping on your wife

You have no friends

But instead you have a cult

So push the door shut

And then slide the bolt

But saying bye to bullshit 

And admitting you were wrong

Denies your importance 

And admits you don't belong.

George Roberts 'Woke poet for decency.' Halloween October 2026.

Feeling Board

 

Fair Game Guvnor 

Mayfair and the Old Kent Road - two ends of the same circle.

'The Top Hat and the 'Old Boot'.

Declare the best regime

Can only be extreme!

 'Privatised Utilities' - H2O on 'time and a turd' with 'Putane Gas' on tap.

It may sound awfully abrupt.

'Just sayin', money and power will corrupt

And there is an alternative hypothesis.

Because just as bears are drawn to honey.

Grifty bastards are attracted 

by politics, power and money.

When narcissists roll their loaded dice it's all done with smoke and mirrors.

And empathy remains broke,

With a nose caked up with coke.

"You have won second prize in a beauty contest".

But it remains a massive mystery to the likes of you and me,

Why this minority group of Nazis make repeat appearances, on prime time, BBC. TV.

"Go to Jail, go immediately to Jail"

 Seek the Lord's holy grail

And find Jesus in your cell.

Play the teary victim -# very sad face!😢  Change actual name to something simple and blame dear old  Mum and Dad!

My childhood, I must  sadly confess 

Was abusive and a shit-show.

A complete dysfunctional mess!😢

Crowd fund the legal defence!

A collective, exploitive and mercenary racket

For funding that one true pal, Mr. Charlie Packet.

And then after a mute month of lying low, 'Just Parking',

Throw a doubtful 'double six' 

And get back on board

With the other 'Grifting' pricks'

'Pass 'Go' and collect £200 from a Community Chest you declared 'broken'.

George Roberts doggerel of the day. October 2026