Cheeky Missy

I, I Guess I\'ll Hafta Look VERY Sheepish

Well, I mean, I\'ve not thought of Samuel Daniels in forever, seems.

Who\'d Ever Thunk?

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\"Care-charmer sleep\" as Samuel Daniels\'d hail

Dear slumber in his sonnets, I ask whence

Sith thou\'st erased the chalkboard, leaving sense

Bewildered now thet my alarm\'s detail

Goes off, what happened ere I slept sans bail.

New notions trick my fogged mind til defense

Hides in a corner as agin pretense

Is trounced when it goes off. Oh, what\'d avail?

Remember vaguely what I drew up fer

The plans of when I rose, cuz nothing new

Appears to dance upon that stage in tour.

Git dressed and brush yer teeth; the lunch thet you

Forebore to eat pack up \'gainst oernight. Were

There else, oh! get to werk to find where to.

23Oct24a

...I guess I was too full of wanting Bavarian Cream Pie[looks sheepish]--from saving a huge bucket of the filling on Amazon to dreaming periodically of just buying one to now with a gallon of heavy cream, erm,...this.

On National Boston Cream Pie Day \'24

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Night is a diff\'rent world, the driving sense

I\'ll get to werk and then think which detail

And what, all that I know. What of the tale

Of hours before? Bavar\'an Cream Pie thence

Upon my mind all year, misread fr\'intents

Which item is thus féted, and avail

Me fin\'lly, to find out in sheer betrayl

Tis Boston Cream Pie Day; don\'t ask me whence.

I don\'t want cake and pudding. Pie as t\'were

Is on my brain and cream, yes, cream is too.

This treat was s\'posed to realize its day fer

All that on my own birthday?! Well, what to

Do then shall be discovered. I\'ll, um, stir

Up my first cream pie and I\'ll share. Will you?

23Oct24b