Cheeky Missy

Today\'s THE Day...and I\'ve NO Sleep, Haha

Yeah. [The lady who sold me these rescue kittens tartly warned me to be timely for their veterinary appointment lest I be bumped.]

Canned Food IS Persuasion

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDXLVI)

Today\'s the day for shots at last. I\'m thence

Home ere\'s quite sevn. Wash dishes \'fore t\'avail,

I put the kettle on for Barry\'s hale

Recure, with only shortbread for tea hence,

The kittens sans a taste for that fr\'intents,

Then showr cuz I\'m short time. Fresh food to scale

And water, they don\'t care, and we sans bail

Must leave for our appointment. Oh pretense!

I never MAKE them do aught, is that poor?

Persuasion is my goal, yet nothing\'d do

This morning. Put their toys in: just let her

See that--she\'ll pull it out. Try forcing too:

Now my hand\'s BLOODY. Oh despair! Canned fer

Good measure, and oh LORD, let us praise You.

18Jul25b

No less than three half gallons of \"fresh\" orange juice--! in the reduced bin.

Orange Juice, Etc. I Never Dreamed

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDXLVII)

I\'d rather sleep than groc\'ry shop t\'avail,

Yet oh! Thy mercies once I\'m there fr\'intents!

Ornge juice such as I\'ve wanted likeas thence

A dream, and flavoured yoghurts too, like bail,

The twelve-pack kitten canned paté gone, hail

A case instead, and try new dry food hence

Since they\'ve nigh finished t\'other, Kringle\'s sense

Mine too, why is the drive back which detail?

Are all the drivers drugged?! or what in tour?

It takes forever cuz they all drive too,

Too slowly. Back home fin\'lly, Tigger\'d stir

Fun playing now with the bags of groc\'ries, to

My sheer amusement. Come, what\'s really poor

Are my complaints. Oh LORD, how I thank You.

18Jul25c

\"...the fat lady sings--\"

What Is the Significance Of

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDXLV)

A Friday ev\'ning in July, the hale

Light golden, spilling twixt half closed blinds\' dense

Masque, and the fat, erm, lady sings fr\'intents

Whileas the washing \'chine churns, aught detail

In place and oh! her songs what drags sans bail

On and lo, on sans end, as if defense

Could not exist. The churning stops from hence,

But she goes on and on. What shall avail?

Forced air comes on, white noise t\'erase as twere

The endless singing, which it seems to do,

Strings whining til she comes back, like in her

Voice we\'re thus held nigh captive. Is that true?

What does it mean? \"...Fat lady sings--\" bestir

Just what thereby? Oh LORD, save us, won\'t You?

18Jul25a