Cheeky Missy

Ah, Yes, That Was Precisely the Question

...and we?

Whilst Rain Debates on When

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCLVII)

May is as erst wont, lilacs on the trail

To Mother\'s Day next week likeas fr\'intents

I used to cut for her in sweetest scents

And grand bouquets, ten years \'go that detail

We two enjoyed for lo, the last time, frail

Though thinking of it now sans aught defense,

The vase and all since gone, the ling\'ring sense

Waked by the sight of these, though naught\'d avail.

If Cynthia taught me to beguile time, poor

As aught \'scuse, losing us in movies through

The hours, weeks, months, and years I would as t\'were,

Before returning to how I\'d been too

Long \'go, the thought t\'engage me thus in tour

What sits upon the fence. LORD, I need You.

04May25a

You know?

There\'s Gotta Be a Better Reason

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCLVIII)

So sit me down and lecture me fr\'intents,

Tell me I\'m \"human,\" as the cause I fail

At ev\'ry little task, like that detail

Of pre-cooked mac-n-cheese. I froze it, whence,

Turn on the oven, eh? Oh vain pretense!

The microwave, aha! Shall that avail?

Oh no. Tis frozen after both. Derail

Fine hopes of warm. I\'ll eat mine icy hence.

Yes, spill it all oer too; big pans in tour

Don\'t fit on plates, no matter what you do.

Tis Nash\'nal Lem\'nade Day, whence serve as t\'were

That with our odd lunch and say it is true:

I\'m simply \"human.\" If I think that\'s poor

Who cares? Oh LORD, redeem me now, won\'t You?

04May25b