Imagine: A man with an accent and his hearing impaired wife. Communication problems ... ha!
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Hubby, sincerely annoys me with his, “I’ve seen Herb Avore.”
The beach or the zoo, whatever we do, “I’ve seen Herb Avore.”
I think it’s creepy, him following us, “I’ve seen Herb Avore.”
How can hubby trust? But trust Herb, he must, “I’ve seen Herb Avore.”
I’ve asked his father, brother and mother. “Who is Herb Avore?”
Nobody knows!
When we’re watching T.V., how can it be? “I’ve seen Herb Avore.”
He’s on the computer, then turns to me, “I’ve seen Herb Avore.”
Visiting children in another state, “I’ve seen Herb Avore.”
I’ve wracked my brain, on my nerves this does grate. “I’ve seen Herb Avore.”
I’ve asked his son, grandchildren, and daughters. “Who is Herb Avore?”
Nobody knows!
In the bathroom, hubby comes running. “I’ve seen Herb Avore.”
I run and Herb Avore is no where around. “I’ve seen Herb Avore.”
It isn’t funny though I was a clown. “I’ve seen Herb Avore.”
This invisible man makes me sigh, frown. “I’ve seen Herb Avore.”
I ask Al’s best friends, e’en those on the web. “Who is Herb Avore?”
Translation flows:
“We’re not sure, possibly he’s saying: ‘I have seen her before.’”

“Yes!” Al smiles, glows.