Cheeky Missy

There\'s Nothing Like the Pick-Up Line: \"I\'m Running A Fever of 104°\"...Is There?!

Ahem, so ya.

Oh, Yeah, It\'s Wednesday Too

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLXXXIII)

Keep writing \"June\" as if the snow\'s detail

Does not affect the facts, as if from hence

The cal\'ndar page does not reflect good sense,

Just start the date with that first letter\'s scale

Of truth, and don\'t acknowledge that t\'avail

Yerself of this might be half selfish thence.

Or wherefore is\'t I\'m caught miswriting whence

I canna say, a Summer month, like\'s bail?

Tis Jan\'ry eighth and bitter chill in tour

The rule, hot soups and drinks prevail as due,

Whilst heat and not the AC often stir,

And Christmas strains yet linger, til the view

With aught effects deny the note as twere

Of \"June.\" I dunno why I\'m mixt up. You?

08Jan25a

(tongue in cheek)

Mixt Up Means to Churn, Right?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLXXIV)

As if to freeze maunt thus suffice, what hence?!

Work in an office where all boast in frail

Excuse of fevers, and food pois\'ning! They\'ll

Trade ghastly stories til I cringe from thence

Whilst trying to feign I don\'t give for intents

A hoot for that contagion, like\'d avail

To be aloof or play the nurse\' detail,

Cuz after all, my dear, what\'s not pretense?

Grab for my \"lunch\" oernight what turns out fer

All that to be...so green with mold t\'won\'t do

But for the trash. Did I, like, take as t\'were

The wrong turn somewhere back?! Tell me\'s not true.

Yet wherefore does aught seem amiss? Bestir

Hope in the LORD our refuge: save us too!

08Jan25b