Cheeky Missy

[Even Open Mic Wouldn\'t Cut It]

..for all is nothing without you.

Come, Hold My Hand, Go With Me

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLXI)

What is\'t about the distant view\'s detail

With lacework gates, half dead trees framing thence,

Blue heavns beyond, as buildings rise for sense

In lo, the rear of these, which seems to scale

Likeas downtown? Chicago lost its bail

Whenas my father died, since aught pretense

Of charm or grandeur was his making, dense

With all my daddy could craft to avail.

He loved the city. From New York as t\'were

To chi-town, he could make the city woo

Your soul. Elsewise, the heart gone, all is poor,

These buildings old, decrepit, people too,

I canna cherish any of\'t. Bestir

A vision and leave me to wander through?

22Feb25a

(The day initially free, I was able to craft aebleskivers for breakfast before I was mercifully called in to pull a shift.)

Too Soon T\'will Be Summer

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLXII)

A chunk of butter for fresh \'skivers dense

With buttermilk\'s \'loved flavour, that detail

Of plastic doggy bag maunt ruin; t\'avail

Me even on the clock is yummy hence,

Although to be at home\'s far better, whence?

Dream of what we can do once I\'m back, frail

As only dreams. From spinach smoothies\' trail

To pizzas, roast beef sandwich, rubens\' sense.

Drink Milo\'s Sweet Tea with fresh lemon fer

The morning, maybe brew fresh coffee to

Start off the week tomorrow? How birds stir

Sweet mem\'ries of late Spring with songs on cue

For end of April as all wears as t\'were

The face of that \'loved season, LORD, of You.

22Feb25b