Cheeky Missy

Let\'s Just Say She\'s Having a Bit Too Much Fun, Shall We?

...I\'ve either the power of coercion or else most everyone else I meet concurs: 2024 has gone by impossibly fast.

How Did We Get Here, Eh?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMVII)

December first is here once more, the tale

Of months, weeks, hours--this year--are flown from hence

As Xmas tricks the days out with a sense

Of fabled dreams we\'ve known in sheer betrayl

Lo, all our lives: the colored lights\' detail

Which Daddy set up for the tree\'s pretense

Whose silver tinsel arms Mum unpacked thence,

To put in all the slots what\'d e\'er avail.

If presents were less grand than dreams as t\'were,

If stories of th\'impovrished matched ours to

Effect, what of it? Sugar plums in tour

Were lines in songs; the camel cookies\' cue,

Green sugar cookie wreaths with red hots\'d cure

Our visions in good style, as how all\'d woo!

01Dec24a

\"...a) Apple Pie: Independent, realistic, and compassionate;

b) Pecan Pie: Thoughful and analytical; c) Chocolate Pie: Loving;

d) Pumpkin Pie: Funny and independent\"

Now, which one are you, dear reader?

Now, Don\'t Skirt \'Round the Question

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMVIII)

Tis Nash\'nal Pie Day, asking for intents

\"Which pie are you?\" My parents used to hail

Me as lo, \"Pumpkin--\" where seems that detail

Means \"funny, independent,\" til from hence

I wonder if that\'s why they did, a sense

Of all I am within that label, frail

As thinking such things stuff and nonsense, bail

For how I \'non approach life, is\'t pretense?

What if it\'s true? My friends now as it were

Will call me \"crazy,\" in a fun way, to

Be certain, and I\'ve nary suitor, fer

All that. Been called \"free spirit\" whence, is\'t true?

To think twas sweet potato pie in tour

They served us lately. Then: which pie are you?

01Dec24b