Cheeky Missy

Ahem, Don\'t Look At Me

...I think.

At Least My Head Didn\'t Fall Off

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCLXXXIII)

She did not know quite what she was to scale,

Nor I, until her man\'ger asked fr\'intents

My name; and morning draws the blinds ope hence

Upon a crazy scene, where guess t\'avail

We\'re friends...or what? He puts his stuff sans bail

With mine, and I ne\'er knew til I from thence

Grab all to leave: I shall not think. Defense

Is not what you define but, which detail?

Thy mercies new each morning, LORD, we were

All on our ways, but lo, the squad cars do

Not have aught lane, nor use their sirens fer

The mess I ne\'er shall see, cuz they pass through

And I go to the wash ere home. Bestir

Aught and the day\'s young. LORD, save us now too.

09Apr25a

...guess so.

Is Thirty Hours Sans Sleep Good?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCLXXXIV)

I did forget the French toast option, whence

We\'d roast potatoes, eggs, and bacon\'s scale

Of breakfast (me tomato) to avail

Yes, porridge also, and lost time fr\'intents

In stupid vid\'os, til day\'s fled ere thence

I\'d chance to catch aught sleep, ergo seek bail

And fin\'lly. Rain, sweet note whose sheer detail

Assists fair sleepers, falls likeas defense.

I\'m not the only one who cashes fer

All that my vacay in each year? Who knew?

Shall we redeem ours like I do in tour

Each year, her too? I shall now sleep through

What\'s left of Wednesday, fin\'lly. LORD, bestir

In us to sing Thy praise and to wait You.

09Apr25b