I Can\'t Believe It\'s Saturday
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLXVII)
With blinding sunrise golden, like t\'avail,
I still am NOT awake, three hours\' defense
Yet far too short for rest, my coffee hence
But keeps me feigning I\'m upright though frail,
Frost glitters in heavn\'s eye, snow lining trail
And slope in purest white the hours, fr\'intents
Maunt shift, as nothing melts, because suspense
Is frozen like today, which yet owns bail.
They\'re all gone off to fetch some food as t\'were,
Midmorning blue skies gaze on taking through
Such measure, is\'t a breather? Haha, bestir
Me likewise to step out and oh! Breathe too,
So deeply of the chill air til in tour
You feel revived by half. LORD, I thank You.
04Jan25
...and was granted that.
\'Round 2AM I Asked For One Day Off
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLXVIII)
Tis Jan\'ry fifth, and fin\'lly I\'ve fr\'intents
Had shortbread with my cuppa Barry\'s, hale
In proper Sco\'ish fashion is\'t? T\'avail
Gave me perspective--nary milk for sense,
I tasted tea as aught like tis defense,
And I am thankful. Cheer\'os that detail
For Sunday breakfast I maunt miss in frail
\'Scuse, cottage cheese with\'t, craft up pizza thence.
Then Cynth\'ya calls and we talk like as t\'were
Six hours can\'t ruin our friendship; others too
Come by and hang out for a spell in tour
Til nightfall, then wash dishes like t\'will do,
As lo, a day off is a mercy. LORD bestir
In us to serve Thee, faithful in all: You.
05Jan25