Cheeky Missy

Put On the Kettle and Your Feet Up?

Sorta, kinda, mebbe hope so.

Once Upon A Sunday, Is\'t?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCLXXIV)

Not where the golden afternoon slides thence

To early ev\'ning, nor where shadows trail

Across the face of sunny hours to scale,

But when that orb sinks \'hind the houses, dense

Grey swall\'wing aught we had in nightfall\'s sense

Of closure, then, my soul, find words t\'avail

The page, as all sights fading beg for bail

Which I had promised me like in defense.

Expansive heavns so pure and blue, winds stir

In rough but playful fashion aught in view,

The thin woods waiting leaves forsythia\'s tour

Likeas a beacon \'fore, the fragile crew

So patient as all waits for life as t\'were

To man\'fest, April with such treasures\'d woo.

06Apr25a

I\'ve a penchant for...fun.

Please, Don\'t Say It Is Too Much Fun

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCLXXV)

Put on the kettle and have Barry\'s hale

In that recure I want, the shortbread thence

Within my mouth half melting \'way as sense

Clears and those ghostly whispers\' sheer detail

Fades in the light of morning on th\'exhale

From me? Pull out the shredded wheat fr\'intents,

Those \"biscuits\" perfect for the sweeter, dense

Mixt cer\'al and cold milk, likeas t\'avail.

If Robert waited til last night, we\'ll do

All ere I leave for work today--is\'t poor?

Pack all into the stuffed fridge, dreaming through

The foll\'wing hours upon the clock as t\'were

Of all the fun we\'ll have, like to bestir

Now mango smoothies?! LORD, let us wait You.

06Apr25b

Was that only an American show on NPR?

It\'s Like, \"Wait, Wait, Don\'t Tell Me\"?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCLXXVI)

Watch fam\'lies hug, take photos, parting thence

With fraught goodbyes, the beauty aught detail

Holds in their faces, as to just avail

Me watching people yields such joy fr\'intents,

Their happiness mine likewise in a sense,

For are we not all in this lo, to scale

Together, eh? And have I now dear bail?

Have we chance to just live in peace from hence?

Let night waltz in upon that note as t\'were,

Where e\'en white dressed souls feel so free they do

Half set up their own party after, fer

All that, now dancing in the lot on cue

To their own music, til I head home; poor

As all that, they\'ll leave too? I\'ll be. Who knew?

06Apr25c