Cheeky Missy
Go Figure, Eh?!
Hahaha.
Of Rockwell\'s Saturday Evening Post
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDIII)
I soaked up Norman Rockwell like\'d avail
In was\'t my sophmore year? Yeah, studied thence
His artwork like twas photos of fr\'intents
Back when, the Sat\'day Ev\'ning Post to scale
Worth ev\'rything because of him. Detail
The world as he thus rendered all for sense,
And I believe that he was spot on, whence
I half know why it goes that way, like bail.
So he\'s absorbed and happy like as t\'were
The men in Rockwell\'s portraits, where I knew
Is it \"the common man\" like ne\'er \'fore, poor
As what? Those sketches of plain life all through
That era are chockful of life, in tour,
You know? Oh LORD, save us, for we wait You.
19May25b
I dunno.
Which Part Is What, Again?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDIV)
Craft pizza fin\'lly, like I\'ve thought fr\'intents
To do for is\'t some months? Ah, to avail
Me of pepp\'roni, shrooms, cheese, onions bail
At long last\'s grand, and messy, as pretense
Melts off and he is\'t lectures me for sense
Til I\'m so full of aught the dishes hail
Where I would rest. But, shortbread crafted, frail
As on a day when Barry\'s served, ah, whence?
The kitchen is a mess, as projects fer
All that oft go, and I\'m fatigued; plough through;
And somewhere in there watch his movie, stir
Tears oer it; wash the car, then lie down. Blue
Skies kin mull rain as forecast or in tour
Be sunny: I\'ll sleep til nightfall. And you?
19May25c
...it\'s which day?!
The New Line Is: I Can\'t Believe
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDV)
Rain forecast so many days is that detail
Which augurs hoods and rain gear, speed from hence
Reduced, and oh! my shoes are SOAKED! The sense
That made me buy a raincoat that\'d avail
How many years \'go now is what owns bail
Else I\'d be drowning in the deluge, whence
Don lo, mine Irish mac in sheer defense,
To learn my shoes dry til I leave, and fail.
Oh me! No freighted downpour for as t\'were
\"Great sleeping weather,\" nah, that shall not do.
Just nary sun directly and in tour
The ghost of rain. But that\'s okay, I\'ve too
Much stuff to do despite third shift. Bestir
Thy mercies new each morn, LORD, I need You.
20May25a
We are.
Oh, Yes, We\'re Having Too Much Fun
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDVI)
My friends may tire of refried beans fr\'intents,
But just like porridge, it\'s a staple. Fail
At dinner if I have none cuz t\'avail
Is all we need. Ergo, put on from hence
The big pot with fresh kidney beans and thence
Begin lo, our return to that detail
Which left us sans aught dinner last night, frail
As aught \'scuse in the pile of food for sense.
And I give up, let\'s watch...The Office---fer
The umpteenth time cuz he sez that we do
Not watch new movies til we\'ve finished tour
Of that, and I\'ll be wrong until we\'re through,
Cuz that\'s just how it goes, and what is poor
Is that I\'ve no sleep. LORD, save us, won\'t You?
20May25b