Hai eberyone. It’s me, Wimby. Dats my nickname my mom calls me sometimes. I feel so much better and am back to my old self. My legs are a little draggy, but dats ok, the rest ob me is really strong and I still get around just fine. I eben eat most ob my medisin in my cereal now, except the one really bad tasting one I get ebery three days. I can smell dat one eben in the best tasting snacks! I hab gained back most ob the weight I lost too (dis me in the scale), so I fank you all again for all your lub and support. I felt your lub and it worked to make me better!
Fings around here are getting a little crazy wiff the election coming up and all these scandals starting to surface, but Fibbs is handling like a boss, wiff grace and dignity. He’s too far ahead now for anyone to catch him anyway. His bote early and often strategy seems to hab worked.
I just had my warm cereal, so time for a nap now. And maybe one ob Fibbs donuts.
P.S. Here’s another poem I wrote:
Hab a good day and make it count
it’s in your heart to be happy
so don’t count yourself out
tomorrow is another day ebery time
sometimes it’s hard to make fings rhyme
so eben if your legs are going wrong
you still hab time to make them strong
(and eben if not, dats ok)