Cheeky Missy
Let\'s Celebrate Fat Tuesday Year-Round, Eh?!
Did you know you\'re not allowed to look misery straight in the eyes? Ergo, the previous, and now this when it was past and gone.
Oh, But I Lost My Head Earlier
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLXXXIV)
Dream of a thousand things when all\'s pretense,
Four walls your confines and machines\' detail
With buzzers what haunt til the hours seem trail
On sans an end in sight, where aught defense
Is somewhere else. Yet do not dare from thence
T\'acknowledge what is. Aught else likeas bail,
Now watch the light be so exquisite, hale
In sweetness as night edges closer hence.
Did coffee take my energy as t\'were?
Or are the past three days what\'d ver\'ly screw
Me? I\'m where I\'d preferred at last, this tour
Of hours so light and fragile, t\'will be through
Ere I\'m aware. Yet how I\'m dragging, poor
Though all caffeine. Oh LORD, save me, won\'t You?
03Mar25a
...and WHY such a thought?!
Was That Like Wedding Cake?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLXXXV)
Oh yes, I\'ve wanted cake all year, t\'avail
Me now, white frosted in twa layrs fr\'intents,
Is grand, aye begs that I indulge from hence,
If only I could find a chance to hail
The joy unfettered. Serve that sweet detail
At long last for dessert where dinner\'s thence
Tucked \'way, and tis too sweet likeas pretense
Was allus wont to be, yet joys prevail.
One brother wanting photos from in tour
Our childhood, dredge the only one up, to
Go back lo, thirty-five years as it were,
Til I rethink just who I am anew,
And what. Oh! all we knew! Why now bestir
What\'s buried? LORD, that we would wait on You?
03Mar25b
\"Fat Tuesday, I\'m too fat--\" teased til this wrote itself.
I Guess Tis National Paczki Day, Too
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLXXXVI)
Shrove Tuesday, I\'m too fat; the waltzing sense
Of sweets, their excess I thought to avail
Me of, as if I\'d some immun\'ty, frail
As heathen joys and folly, lacked defense.
Where I\'d abstain, nor knew but of pretense
And Mardi Gras, seemed I was safe. Derail
That for the \"fun\" of being a doofus\'d hail
These mis\'ries I\'d bewail, \'non asking whence?
It\'s not a crime t\'indulge, yet tis quite poor
If that your conscience would condemn th\'ado.
Since mine did not, what have I, as it were?
Did I say that I\'d be \"like them,\" whom You
Said not to follow, LORD? Oh please, bestir
In me to do Thy will, oh LORD, as due.
04Mar25a
...bring me back here.
When I Ask Where Spring Went
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLXXXVII)
Sweet rainy hours, if only I\'d avail
Me til the morrow draws up what is thence,
This calm like solace to my soul, suspense
Asleep, nor on its watch, like that detail
Does not need mending. Geese honk on the trail
To yonder, and life\'s pretty picture hence
Allows for watching safe indoors, a sense
Of yesteryear and lost within such bail,
Take Princess for her bath, my friend in tour
Here when I get back, and discussing through
The afternoon lo, stocks. Cook hot dawgs fer
Our dinner, serve a salad, smoothie too
Like V8 juice, cake our dessert, and we\'re
All having too much fun. LORD, we thank You.
04Mar25b