Cheeky Missy

What Was the Question, Again?

I suppose the freakiest thing was that no vestige of the excitement remained when I returned an hour later.

Now You Know Why We\'d Ramen for Lunch?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXXXVII)

Green grapes, not jelly, aebleskivers that detail

Half sought and now indulged, ah, whither hence?

Cold butter in their warm and fluffy sense

Of buttermilk, eggs gently fried t\'avail,

The turkey sausage is too odd in frail

Excuse, and morning\'d feign uncertain, dense

Grey region clouds til going out fr\'intents

To get the car washed adds lo, what, sans bail?

Intrigue shall not be searched? P\'lice as it were

In droves, with rifles, ready for a cue

And what?! the worst?! reroute me, while in tour

How sirens haunt, two ambulances to

Effect now active with the warning fer

My training, \"Active--\" oh me! What\'d who do?

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So there.

Yes, Yes, My Friends, I\'m Having Fun

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXXXVIII)

From pointed traffic to yes, traffic, whence?

Where who adjusts his collar leaving, they\'ll

Swear what they want, but oh! He knows. Then trail

Behind T-Mobile cust\'mers likewise thence

All coming to collect the *free* fr\'intents

Umbrella with that logo, pink\'s detail

Its marker, to find \"yer unwelcome!\" hail

A circling to have \"my\" space stolen hence.

Alas. My temper boils til I\'d as t\'were

Who cares what. Wherefore is my temper to

Effect so hot and fast?! Come, that is poor.

Let Tuesday go to pot--I\'ll sleep unto

Day\'s end since how a mug of Ramen\'d cure

Me, and, oh LORD my God, how I need You.

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