Cheeky Missy

Let\'s Blame the \"Ghosts,\" Shall We?

...just spirits.

Oh, But I Don\'t Believe in Ghosts

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDXXIII)

Mists rise from out the hollows, white and frail

As I head home, still stinging from what thence

Was petty meanness which I aught fr\'intents

Let go like water off a duck\'s back. They\'ll

Know who the ghost just after midnight, pale

As naught, was, setting off the cam\'ras, sense

Denied yet half swore must be true, and whence?

Was that the reason for my grief\'s detail?

If traffic\'s sluggish for the same as twere,

Get home by sevn to find that Tigger too

Is up and waiting for their breakfast, her

Assessment once tis served that it won\'t do,

Sets me to serving cream which they\'ll in tour

Lap up like water. LORD, we wait on You.

10Jul25a

Dunno.

What IS My Problem, Eh?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDXXIV)

French toast, Canad\'an bacon \'longside, thence

Our fare, I pack mine for th\'appointment, frail

As never touching breakfast whilst my tale

Of tires was being switched \'round, as if pretense

Is \'live and well; the waiting room large hence

And full of ears, me on the phone t\'avail,

Til scribbling for today is shot, where\'s bail?

I\'ll feign I\'m dumb, ist? like that is defense?

And Starbucks thinks ten cents off is not poor,

Though stars, and twenty-five at that, is, who

Shall argue to effect? I give up. We\'re

Nigh through, I guess, and very sadly too,

The game a fun one while it lasted; were

There else, what is\'t? Oh LORD, how I need You.

10Jul25b

Eh?

Which Part Was Truly Overrated, eh?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDXXV)

Craft salad, cold cut sandwich like t\'avail

For late lunch, and both Tigger sniffs all thence

And Peter too, but shan\'t partake fr\'intents,

Cuz wherefore, eh? My travels done, detail

What after, now I\'m home for good? If\'s bail,

What\'s off that we shall argue like\'s good sense?

I should craft smoothies but, just when from hence?

Tis too much food, whence I shall not, and fail.

How lightning flashes at elevn, where as twere

I\'m stumbling off to bed. Sans thunder to

Is\'t frighten? how the kittens yet demur

To join me, staying with him as if t\'will do

Far better than, is\'t bedding down? Is\'t poor

I leave my dinner til the morrow too?

10Jul25c

Guess so.

Learning, Is It? Ever Learning?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDXXVI)

Turns out they\'ll eat the shredded cheese fr\'intents,

If only you\'ll leave dinner out sans bail

Til nearly morning; nor will they t\'avail

Rise to th\'alarm I\'ve set, if I\'ll not hence

Get up sans fanfare. Sip all \'lone from thence,

The dim half light of few or none to scale

Too grey for me to see the steam\'s exhale,

Like incense, prayrs, or dancers sans defense.

Oh, they were up nigh midnight, playful too,

Where I was far too spent to eat in tour

My dinner, and went off to bed. Was\'t poor

I fell asleep by sevn, nor woke anew

Til just ere midnight? They\'re HIS cats?! Bestir

Her comp\'ny when I showr?! LORD, we need You.

11Jul25a

..but, (the infamous \"but\")

Right Now A Salad Would Be Grand

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDXXVII)

Think hash and porridge will suffice for bail,

To find me hungry with but crackers hence

And some old cheese ball left for my defense

Ere noon has drawn up plans, or where the trail

Is trod by others; failure to detail

A lunch proves I\'m undone, as twas pretense

Which swore that\'d be enough til when? and whence?

I coulda grabbed tamales to avail.

Think of the fridge, so laden aught demur

To stuff more in, and I just maunt think through

Precisely wht to bring to work?! If\'s poor,

Tomorrow I must pack a lunch to do

All good, and not think silly things as twere.

Burritos, pizza, or tamales...you?

11Jul25b