Cheeky Missy

If Anyone Enquires Just Tell Them...

I Still Like \"Nice Guys\" Better

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMCMXIV)

So morning is a warmly golden tale

Of all last season cherished, heat from hence

To be expected like folk wanted, whence

Let these enjoy their cut-offs still, the trail

Ahead full with such pleasures like t\'avail,

Where setbacks trouble me as if fr\'intents

My place is not quite here, or sans defense,

Til I maunt smile is\'t? Elsewise which detail?

Alas! Lo, I must train agin?! In poor

\'Scuse my time\'s NOT me ain because those two

Would rather pass the buck til I as t\'were

Pull all the work ALONE. What shall I do?

At least he\'s nice; drinks all my coffee. Stir

Fun in our last hour, as LORD, I wait You.

11Oct24

(Guess I musta been leaning on the desk too much Friday?)

My Wrists Are Killing Me?!

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMCMXV)

Say \"road construction\" nice and slow, til sense

Wakes up to realize \"parked\" upon the trail

To yonder is no jest at all. Avail

Me of the wilder flowrs as we sit thence

Upon the highway, driving some pretense

Stoked by whom thought it meant to travel. Frail

As aught excuse, I find no means of bail.

And \"late to work\" revives its image. Whence?

Have baby back pork ribs, pork egg rolls too

For lunch, and breakfast\'s omelet\'d languish, poor

Though aught reply cuz, hunger sated, were

There else to eat, a spinach smoothie\'d do

For in between, as I\'m mixt up. Stir

Thyself and oh return, LORD. We wait You.

12Oct24a

Looks like \"Party OVER!\" now.

Don\'t Look At Me... I\'m Getting NOWHERE

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMCMXVI)

October\'s but twelve days in, and the trail

To yonder looks as bare as erst wont hence,

Trees naked by the score as yellows thence

Look orange for age, and drop. Oh me! In frail

Excuse it\'s \"Game Oer\" ere I realized. Hail

Next season with the usual mourning, sense

In black, as Death stalks joys like no defense

Exists. What happened to the féte\'s detail?!

And wherefore am I yawning, listless, fer

All that, so very dull?! I\'d coffee to

Be certain, in a big mug too. In poor

Reply, now eat Chobani under blue

Heavns no rain haunts, and be as t\'were

What, eh? What do I need to do? Seek You.

12Oct24b