So glad to have you back where you belong
Satchmo’s salutations bestowed on returning Ms Levi
In Wakey suburbia, brood replicates Louis’ greeting, though pater recipient
Dolly replaced lyrically by Mally, apologies to Herman
A score and eleven sunsets incarcerated in bosom of healthcare institution
Octogenarian gaunt on return, though blessedly without canker of departure.
Unlike Ms Levi, no room swaying or band playing for old chap
No song from way back when
Judge, though, not on undemonstrative family show
Unmitigated delight pulses through broods veins
A month his struggle, 31 days clan purgatory
Recuperation priority, Yorkshireman’s return to institute not option.
As Louis Armstrong’s hailing of Dolly recrudesces dans mon tete
TV projects mashie niblick men; a few feet away Mally resides ‘his chair’ in situ
Immeasurable Clan glee, restoration of table head driver for joy
On TV, differing driver slices ball leading to perpetrator’s ‘Fore’ cry
Old man inexplicably takes evasive action, in spite of shout televisual
Ridicule desists, though, on errant golf ball resting on hearth rug.