Cheeky Missy

Of Starbucks, Messes, and Songs from Childhood...

...doesn\'t drink Starbucks.
 
Now Children, Pilgrim\'s Progress
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXCV)
 
 
They\'d hem me in just after midnight, frail
As war, their disrespect and snide fr\'intents
Remarks before not lost on me, yet WHY? Defense
Is mine, though; back up and go on the trail
Of crazy things just after midnight: hail
A groc\'ry shopping trip for pudding hence
For Cynthya cuz she likes that, yet what thence?
Pay for all and pack up the bag, to fail.
Where is one Jello choc\'late pudding? Poor
As crazy hours, it\'s nowhere now I do
The math and looking. She sez what, as t\'were?
\"Don\'t waste the gas; forget it.\" It is too.
Yet I cannot forget. And why in tour
The rude remarks? Oh LORD, what did I do?
 
13Apr25a
 
...in the kitchen today.
 
Oh Yes, I Made A Huge Mess
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXCVI)
 
 
Oh tender day, His mercies new from thence
Lo, ev\'ry morning do, anon prevail;
Sweet afternoon with Sunday\'s calm t\'avail
Owns birdsongs trilling with a charming sense
Of peace and courtship\'s merry dance as hence
Bell peppers added to the beef to scale
And brocc\'li to the stir-fry, naught detail
Seems missing. Sparrows chirp like games beg whence.
The sub rolls I picked up from marked down fer
Yes, Philly Cheesesteaks when? Freeze brocc\'li to
Dream of a second batch of stirfry, poor
Though tis with this batch fixed, and egg rolls do
The honours, with old fish sticks as it were,
Where feasting seems passe, oh LORD, of You?
 
13Apr25b
 
...over 40 years ago--
 
Little Gray Donkey, Ho
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXCVII)
 
 
I lost myself, and all I\'ve known to scale
Of late, in scrolling social  media, whence
Twas almost nice to come back down fr\'intents
To earth, the stove and counter, sinks sans bail
Full of both food and dirty dishes, frail
As projects on Palm Sunday, I\'ve defense.
Church lost its basis when it left all sense
Nor could but hold an e\'il one high t\'avail.
Do not remind me of when I was fer
All that in Sunday School and choir. We\'d do
A skit for lo, Palm Sunday, chorus, poor
As time, still in my noggin. Sing it too
But in my head now that\'s brought up as t\'were.
Oh LORD, redeem us, for we wait on You.
 
13Apr25c
 
...left unasked?!
 
Perhaps Some Questions Are Best
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXCVIII)
 
 
The mourning dove\'s call ere dawn, like fr\'intents
Hope where a nightmare left me sans avail
In fear, how sweet tis! Put the kettle\'s trail
To tea, and Barry\'s \'specially, on for sense,
Rememb\'ring lo, a week \'go now, and whence?
Come shall I ever know? Or which detail?
Dreams both in vaprous essence and sans bail
In truth, are merely dreams, nor but pretense.
Yet are nightmares truly thus? Is\'t puir
To feel its haunting ill hang oer me through
The hours, though I can\'t pin down as it were
Precisely what it was? Will I have to
Be off today? They call me in, though\'s poor,
For half a shift. LORD, save me! I need You.
 
14Apr25a
 
...I\'d be your friend?!
 
Well, If I Told You That
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXCIX)
 
 
Oh, leave it to yer fam\'ly to detail
The faults which others shan\'t explain, or thence
Refrain from mention, as few love fr\'intents
Like fam\'ly. True friends shall be honest, frail
As all the social lies and smiles we fail
Before yet still oblige as if pretense
Won\'t laugh right in yer face. Then hearken hence
Whenas yer loved ones tell you to avail.
But don\'t ask what exactly happened fer
Sich lines. I am too fat, and nothing\'d do.
Why are all seeming friends blase and poor?
They\'ll let you be a fool nor tell you through
The hours, like, what does \"friend\" mean, as it were?!
Oh LORD, restore my soul. I wait for You.
 
14Apr25b
 
Perhaps the real question is, WHY?
 
I Guess I Was Trying Not to Think
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCC)
 
 
The Devil may wear Prada as Vogue thence
Can\'t seem to get is\'t my subscription\'s tale
Correct? Reps lack of English that detail
Which swears he\'s in the workings hence
If not the ghoulish trend of fashion\'s sense
And sheer rebellion flaunting in betrayl
The lacking fear of God, why\'d I avail
Me now in this regard, like I\'d defense?
Capricious notions lead me down a tour
Of folly in the highest realms. I knew
Twas not so wise. Was it quite late as t\'were
At night when I signed up? What did I do?
If I\'m appalled at what they joy in, poor
As buying now a subscription, LORD, where to?
 
14Apr25c
 
That should do.
 
Just Term It a VERY Long Weekend
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCI)
 
 
Ah, golden hours the sparrows trim t\'avail,
Green rolling leas and dale do not ask whence,
For they\'ve Thy promise, LORD, oh our defense.
Does our redemption draw nigh? Th\'all hail
Of songs do sing of Thee and to Thee; hale
Light on aught as is April\'s wont, skies hence
Fraught with such clouds they said it\'d rain fr\'intents,
Tis blue if we look up, the Scriptures bail.
Grate up a block of mozzerella fer
The Philly Cheesesteaks fin\'lly, \'nough for two
Or three, with prov\'lone for the rest as t\'were.
A hefty lunch, they call me in late, to 
Pull half a shift, and midnight\'s rather poor
For bed, but can\'t do better. I wait You.
 
14Apr25d