Here in the body pent, / Absent from Him I roam, / Yet nightly pitch my moving tent / A day's march nearer home.

A blunderer is a man who starts a meat market during Lent

I am well in body although considerable rumpled up inspirit, thank you ma'am.

I have a funny relationship with my body...Ah, it sounds so stupid, but for me there shouldn't be any half way.

He wouldn't hurt a soul. How could someone shoot him like that and take his body and run it down a ravine. It's unfathomable. I just can't believe it.

If possible, be funny.