Cheeky Missy

My Apologies, It IS Only...Nevermind

Methinks I did. Ahem.

Did I Forget It\'s February?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXXXIX)

How wind chimes tinkle in morn\'s chill exhale

Where life seems buried in sheer sleep fr\'intents

And Spring lets Winter play around was\'t hence?

No sunrise, just grey region clouds\' detail

As tiny flakes have left a note t\'avail

The sleepers who wait for, is that defense?

I\'ll put the kettle on, sip Barry\'s, thence

To be called in afresh where hope is frail.

Discuss vain thoughts the storm will pass by; were

There chance of that, it is not here. Then through

The cities \'gain, back home, now for in tour

Nigh twa days off, not had since last month, to

Effect, and I\'ve made use of aught chance fer

So long, I can\'t believe it. Come, is\'t true?!

12Feb25a

...when yer safe indoors, that is.

Tis Grand to Watch the Snow Fall

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Fresh ground and brewed erm, coffee with from thence

A slice of Danish kringle--oh! T\'avail

Me thus with lo, the prospect of sheer bail:

A whole day off is too good! Coffee hence

So full of smoky flavour whilst fr\'intents

The kringle\'s apple cinn\'mon sweetness\'d scale

That off in style, culls ecstasies. Detail

Aught after to fall short in half a sense.

With Barry\'s \'neath my belt ere and in tour

Was\'t Milo\'s sweet tea? Shall caffeine undo

Aught chance of sleep today? Cold sausage fer

Our breakfast late, cold aebleskivers too,

Have Ramen cuz it\'s just too grand as t\'were

For lunch, and I\'ll sleep til night warrants who?

12Feb25b