Arrr, the good Pope be “fine,” sayin' no need fer a wooden leg, all’s well in the Vatican seas!
2025-02-21
Arrr, me hearties! It be said that Pope Francis be feelin' “jolly”, as his ailment won’t be sendin' him to Davy Jones’ locker! But ye best be knowin’, he ain't breakin' free from the ship of sickness just yet, as the landlubber doctors in Italy be declarin'!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather ‘round fer a jolly tale o' the Pope, that swashbucklin’ spiritual captain, who be holed up in Gemelli hospital, fightin’ off the foul fiends o’ pneumonia and chronic bronchitis! Aye, at the ripe age of 88, he’s been takin’ a right good rest, but fret not, for the good doctors, Alfieri and Carbone, declare he be “fine” as a fiddle! They be tellin’ us that ol’ Francis be flappin’ his sails and eatin’ breakfast like a true captain on the seventh day of his hospital voyage.With a chest full o’ bacteria and viruses, the pope be gettin’ a dose o’ strong potions and a sprinkle o’ oxygen when the seas get rough. But fear not, me mateys, for there be no sign of sepsis, which be a monstrous beast indeed! The Vatican be reportin’ a wee bit o’ improvement, with his heart pumpin’ strong as the tide. So let it be known, the Pope be battlin’ those scurvy infections like a true buccaneer!
So raise yer tankards high, fer Pope Francis be on the mend, and let’s hope he be back to his high seas o’ faith soon enough! Arrr!