Arrr! The good Pope be sailin' home from the doc’s haven on Sunday, say the healers! Captain of the holy ship!
2025-03-22
Arrr, the ancient pontiff be laid up in the sick bay fer six long weeks, breathin' like a fish outta water! His wise sea dogs say he be needin’ two moons to mend in his treasure-filled Vatican. Let’s hope he don’t be walkin’ the plank just yet!
Ahoy mateys! Gather 'round fer a tale of Popey McPopeface, the ol’ sea captain o’ the Vatican, who be ailing like a scurvy dog! At the ripe old age of 88, this holy man found himself laid up in the sick bay fer six long weeks, plagued by a nasty pneumonia in both his lungs, as if he’d been swimmin’ with the fishes too long!His trusty crew o’ doctors be sayin’ that this here pontiff will need to rest his weary bones fer at least two months. Aye, two moons! Can ye imagine that? A holy man, known fer blessin' ships and scolding landlubbers, now confined to his chamber like a parrot in a cage, fussin’ over his health like an old sea hag! The Vatican be a busy port, but I reckon it’ll be a tad quieter without his booming voice echoing through the hallowed halls.
So, let us raise a tankard o’ rum to the Pope and wish him fair winds and a speedy recovery! May he soon be back on deck, preachin’ to the crew and swabbin' the decks o’ sin! Until then, he be restin’ easy, and the rest of us can be plundering the seas of gossip about his misadventures in the hospital!