Cheeky Missy

When I Figure That Out....

Tuesday night\'s dinner party, he noted I\'d worn pink, pink, PINK, when it was not Wednesday.

I Can\'t Believe It\'s Wednesday

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCLI)

If Sunday with grave storms as its detail

Proved quite a doozie on that scale, til thence

My colleague told me he slept through it, whence?

But I slept sweetly through sich last night, frail

As grand reports of lightning shows sans bail;

Grey mourning when steam whisps rose up fr\'intents

And shortbread melted in my mouth for sense,

Turns out I need caffeine likeas t\'avail?

How did Mum know I could not deep fry? Her

Refusal wise oer thirty years \'go, to

Attempt it now leaves splatter burns in tour

Upon my arm, Korean chix style th\'ado

Which\'d prove that. If t\'was tasty, was\'t sae poor?

Ah, LORD, Thy mercies new, how we wait You.

02Apr25a

Why was Peter Pan so effective?

I Fear We\'ll Never Grow Up

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCLXII)

The squirrel was where? that he jumped nois\'ly thence

Down, and ran off when I stowed greens for bail?

How sparrows court, light silver, aught detail

But wet in April showrs as buds from hence

Are red and plainly now in view for sense,

The moist hours warm with hide-n-seek t\'avail

Emerging hopes, where whom sought dearest bail

Sees more than glimmers waltzing for intents.

Tis April second, and we\'re learning fer

The umpteenth time Spring is not Summer. Who

Searched for a chance at shorts ere now as t\'were

Was not quite foiled, but could not yet undo

The grip of Winter was\'t? The groundhog\'s tour

Of duty left no stones unturned. What\'s new?

02Apr25b