Cheeky Missy

Read the Disclaimer if You\'re Balking

Ya.

With No Time to Craft Invites, Is\'t?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXCI)

Sleep fin\'lly, after one full day up, frail

As aught fine protests--Thursday night to thence

Yes, Saturday?! Glad for the mercy, whence

Craft aebleskivers, putting cheese chunks\' scale

Of fun surprise in, served with that detail

Of yes, preserves, a bowl of grapes, ornge hence

And apple slices with a wedge of scents

Called brie, eggs, roast potato to avail.

Please tell me it\'s not too much fun as t\'were.

How Roberts stops by with more foodstuffs to

Enjoy ere I must leave for werk in tour,

And lunch will be erm, on the fly anew,

Where dreams of yonder are more fun to stir

Than living in the now?! LORD, I wait You.

12Apr25a

Don\'t give me that look.

We\'re Frankly Out Of Ribbons

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What\'s happ\'ning now tis April? Days fly hence

Without a notice til my poor head\'s to scale

Of sense is outta order, and in frail

Excuse I\'m days behind. Alas. Pretense

Is laughing in my face, and where\'s defense?

It is the twelvth already?! How avail

Me with what little\'s left? Make plans, detail

Exactly what I\'ll do, whilst May haunts whence.

We both agreed it seemed \"like Friday,\" poor

Though which day was\'t in truth? When was that, too?

But now where I had thought that April\'s tour

Would be a rather lengthy one, tis through

To half now, nearly, yet I\'m thinking fer

All that\'s the tenth! LORD save me now, won\'t You?

12Apr25b

...but you\'re not invited.

Where The Party\'s In Full Swing

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXCIII)

Behold, life is a pretty picture hale

In latter Spring, the light soft, as from hence

Forsythia\'s yellow, green lawns, red buds dense

With promise, \'neath vague blue heavns glow in frail

Warmth, parties in full swing, balloons\' detail

With sixteen, fifty, and elevn for sense,

Small children, babies, and adults, kids thence

All full of cheer as sparrows sing t\'avail.

Folk carry bags of treats, cake boxes fer

The fete, and I watch from afar the crew

Of happy souls as if the sights in tour

Are thus enough. Beat music pulses through

Until the air is charged as laughter\'d stir

With children\'s happy cries. LORD, save me too.

12Apr25c

...Ahem. [Why was this one difficult to finish, eh?]

Please Don\'t Let My Insurance Read THIS

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He said they street race in my sports car, whence

I guess that\'s why they challenge me sans bail

Whenas I\'m driving, city streets\' detail

Or highway, like we should \'non race, fr\'intents.

I\'ll feign I do not see, cuz tis from thence

My style, and then no more o\' secrets--they\'ll

Catch sight of this and then how\'ll I avail

Me on the road?! I need preserve defense.

If only twas so easy nor sae poor

To race whenas yer wanting to. I do

Half dream, but movies must suffice in tour,

The Fast and Furious not my style, yet to

Effect by half, is it? I love as t\'were

To fly, drive fast, yet LORD, save me, won\'t You?

12Apr25d