Arrr, the holy sea captain's feelin' poorly, missin' his grand gatherings! Blimey, even the Pope needs a good rum!
2025-02-18
Arrr, the Vatican be spillin’ the beans! The ol’ pontiff be laid up in the hospital, sufferin’ from a nasty cough, so he can’t join the jolly deacons on Saturday or bless the Sunday Mass. Blow me down, even a pope can’t escape a pesky chest ailment!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round, fer I’ve got a yarn to spin 'bout the Pope himself, sailin' on the turbulent seas of ailment! Aye, the good holy man be stricken with a pesky respiratory tract infection, as if a curse be laid upon him by a scallywag! This be no ordinary malady, mind ye; it’s keepin’ our dear pontiff landlocked in a hospital bed, missin' out on the jolly celebrations for the deacons this Saturday, and a grand ol' Mass on Sunday!