The Stress of Not Having Any Stress

Ladies and Gentlemen,
Sometimes it’s awful.
But who can avoid stress?
Here is the stress of not looking at somebody’s wife’s legs.
Here’s Boccaccio’s Lady Isabella handling life-and-death stress.
Here’s Bo Derek with a younger man who has no stress—until she throws him out.
Like me Toby is evading Big Brother in Greece, and here he is showing some tourists his stress-avoidance program.
When I feel stressed I write a limerick.
If that doesn’t work I write an idle verse.
And if that doesn’t work I give up. There’s no use getting all stressed!
Underwroght and nervous about it,
R.

Robert MacLean dropped his phone in the toilet. (Watch out for that!) His new number is +30 6982 805 144, his The Light Touch is on Amazon PrimeTubi and Scanbox, and his 7-minute comedy is an out-loud laugh. He is also a novelist, a playwright, a blogger, a YouTuber, a film reviewer, a literary critic, and a stand-up comic poet. Born Toronto, PhD McGill, taught at Canadian universities, too cold, live Greece, Irish citizen. No brains but an intellectual snob.

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