Arrr, Pope Francis be gaspin' for air, so no Sunday prayers from him, savvy? The Vatican's in a pickle!
2025-03-07
Arrr, mateys! Pope Francis be still gaspin' for air like a fish outta water, missin' Sunday prayers! He be settlin' in for a fourth week at the Gemelli Hospital, where the docs be treatin' him like a prized parrot! Send him some rum, I say!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round as I regale ye with the news o’ our dear Pope Francis, who be still trapped in the clutches of that confounded Gemelli Hospital! It seems the old sea dog be needin’ some breathin’ assistance, but fret not! He still be munchin’ on solid grub and not needin’ no spoon-fed pap to fill his belly!Just yestermorn, the pontiff sent out a message o' gratitude to all ye swabs who be prayin’ fer his speedy recovery. Ye could hear his oxygen contraption puffin’ away in the background like a groggy parrot, markin’ the struggle of an aged captain at sea.
As he sails into the fourth week o' this here recovery voyage, his doctors be keepin’ mum, which ain't a good sign, savvy? Seems the poor chap suffers from a chronic lung ailment, and now double pneumonia be weighin’ him down like a treasure chest full o’ gold!
At 88, this old salt has had more battles with his lungs than a pirate with rum! He be on the mend, but the good doctor warns that oxygen therapy can be more treacherous than a shark-infested sea! So, keep ye prayers flowin’, for our Pope be in need o’ a fair wind and a swift recovery!