Cheeky Missy

You Didn\'t Want the Photograph, Did You?

Reexamining the mere three inches of space between the microwave and the edge of the counter, I began to wonder how on earth the salad tray had balanced seemingly fine in the first place.

I Guess I Wasna Thinking?!

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLXIX)

There\'s nothing like the salad which sans bail

Was scraped off of the filthy floor cuz sense

Forebore to toss my lunch and lo, defense

Was elsewhere when I rose to check in frail

Excuse the thermostat, cuz freezing\'d fail

To please me, and my lunch went SPLAT. Ah, whence?

But gather all by hand and don\'t starve hence.

If Monday thought of trouble, snow in tour

And icy rain meant slippry, driving too

A challenge mair than wont, wherefore bestir

More by the tossing of my lunch? Where to?

Oh LORD, do be Thou magnified. Tis poor

To thus complain. Bring us with joy to You.

06Jan25a

Seems so much more time has passed.

I Can\'t Believe It\'s ONLY Monday

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLXX)

How subtly night falls, gloaming blue as hence

I freeze to death for what? a paycheck?! They\'ll

Laugh me to scorn, and I shall erm, avail

Me how, since tis the case? Oh sweet pretense!

How dost thou look now all is faux joy? Whence?

Now cozend by the darkness, food in frail

Excuse et up, I\'ll munch on fruitcake, hail

The LORD\'s great mercies that ne\'er fail for sense.

Oh! I rose early, put the kettle fer

A pot of Barry\'s on and with both to

Accomp\'ny, had my morning cuppa. Were

There else, made porridge, omelet, roasted too

Potatoes thick sliced for late breakfast. Stir

Hope now the day is fled: LORD, I wait You.

06Jan25b