Entrails And Tribulations. By Kyknoord.

Edgar sighed and prodded listlessly

at the quivering mound of viscera on his plate.

“Eat up, Champ”, encouraged Nanny Swedbourg,

“The three-legged race is tomorrow:

No guts, no glory!”

~*~

Ghostwriter! Kyknoord, somewhat redoubtable WWW Superstar, volunteered, that’s right: volunteered to pen today’s post for me. He may even have begged, for Pete’s sake. Look, he brought his own illustration! Why? Not for fame or glory, surely? It must be for all the italics.

Still, I’m never one to knock a gift post in the teeth. (I also like chocolate. I’m just saying.) And, let’s be honest, I’m a wee bit lazy. So, a fine effort*, dear. Thank you.

{*I may have edited some punctuation for dramatic effect. I couldn’t help it. I’m sorry.}