Cheeky Missy

I Wonder, Will I Ever Know?

Since I can\'t ask him anymore, prolly not.

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXLVIII)

Dad used to say, when I\'d inquire fr\'intents

\"What beans?\" \"Year-old Italian beans.\" Avail

Me of the same, if only, that detail

Was his own, eh? Save Starbucks three, to thence

Think I might have the flavour thereby, whence

Is THAT what Daddy meant? LaVazza\'s bail

If it\'s that old by now, is that? Derail

The vain search for that note cuz tis pretense?!

Dunno. Yet how my latest brew as t\'were

Was so \"complex\" I thought \'gain of that cue

Since seems I\'m sipping that afresh in tour.

Perhaps I too kin realize what I knew

But only by his expertise? Is\'t poor?

Or what he\'d tell me? LORD, how I need You.

16Feb25