Cheeky Missy

So, Yeah, I Think Who Covered That

...you know what I mean.

Don\'t Give Me That Look

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXL)

The morrow Valentines, I\'ve all fr\'intents

Collected, jist no lover. We\'ll avail

Us like in childhood, if the LORD will, frail

As such days being long perished, like pretense\'

Vain promise time would shatter sans defense;

My friend\'s jest on the theme last Monday stale,

A half used bag of sugar wrapped to scale

In red and white \"for Valentines!\" like, whence?

I should grow up, I guess. What is, in poor

\'Scuse, ev\'ry hol\'day they taught us to do

In style, if all\'s a dirty joke nor true?

What were we s\'posed to know? Shall I bestir

The usual and be guilty? Hearts as t\'were

With \"I love yous\" but candy, LORD, where to?

13Feb25a

...don\'t contradict me, please.

Yes, I Look Very Innocent

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXLI)

If I\'d contend with Spring oer snow\'s detail,

I know that Feb\'ry would reply from thence

And trounce aught arguments as lacking sense,

Whilst I am but a child still learning. Hail

Blue violets sooner?! Come now, which strange trail

Is that yer on, my dear? Oh, where\'s defense?

And what is Spring, that Shakespeare wrote from hence

To call May \"Summer\"? How\'ll I not bewail?
Did I hate Winter? Or was\'t snow in tour

I\'d dread? Define the seasons \'gain. I knew

But what my elders taught me. Lies as t\'were

Set me to flound\'ring, then I found what\'s true,

Yet I\'m mixt up. Spring\'s icy, yet\'d bestir

The trees to budding as birds sing...snows too.

13Feb25b