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medical emergency - spouse got clean destine bug! 

  fast as a blitzen comet,       this dashing prancer       contra dancer       (i.e. Rudolph nary hoof) didst zip   with cupid ditty toward his vixen wife,       who loosed a suppressed yip asper one discovering remains of the day       from the donner         (newt the majority) party whip
ping her olive drab camouflage attire,       as if she hapt to be a vip
endlessly congratulating herself        (and bow wowing her ego) bing awarded       the housekeeping seal of approval,       and expected me to tip 
her gore gee us Martha Stewart déclassé         snoop doggy dog rendition       as she did slip agilely (with broom and dustpan in hand) rip peat head lee uttering         an apropos Mary Poppins quip
booting muck can clear across to Compton       (wherever that might be) pip pin like a cat on a hot tin roof,       where no cure existed to nip   in the bud at this stage,       and rid thine beloved Narberth bride,  who caught a bout clean destine       feverish frenzy to make house beautiful,         oblivious to beseeching despair,       sans this husband who cried
plaintively imploring divine intervention,       lest extreme heroic measures         need be taken, thus guide
me asap before her blistered hands       rubbed red as tender (vittles) raw hide,
     which could find her catatonic, doggone         ill eagle lee flying a boot 
     like a bat out of hell, and stupefied hence, this urgent message typed out in a huff
     for less severe invasive         experimental treatment truly tried
on this, that, or some other missus so and so       .....please pardon this abrupt end,       plus initial idea wide   lee differing from my initial intent won during how to write an elegy to mister son
describing, how aye felt enervated with run hills of beaming solar rays, oh how none   synthetic drug to bathe,       enhance, suffuse away mon
day moody blues,       and now...gotta tend tummy hun!