Cheeky Missy
Of Misplaced Days and...the 90\'s?!
Between my best friend and I the days are practically all out of order.
But I Thought Yesterday Was--
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLXVI)
Oh they were ready for me at was\'t thence
But six? Dawn past the closed blinds that detail
Which rain seemed oerhung, where to avail
Us of this new day begged for what, fr\'intents?
Twa cups tea-lem\'nade could not wake me, whence
Come, Barry\'s. That first sip\'s recure sheer bail,
Munch shortbread in the fragile light whose pale
Eye wears the sunlight with a question hence.
So Tigger um, \"meows,\" whilst Peter\'d stir
Himself to \"mew,\" and rarely at that too,
Both eager for fresh food and water? Were
The usual treats for most cats nothing to
These two, is\'t cuz I give them cream in tour?
Who knows? Oh LORD, direct me, I need You.
25Jul25a
So yeah, I called customer service regarding an order lacking its reciept or stars, and they said they couldn\'t help. Like, huh?!
Do NOT Call Customer Service
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLXVII)
Eggs, porridge, turkey bacon, toast\'s detail
Yes, steals the show with apple butter thence
Atop, and on my other half for sense,
Jif peanut butter--yum! How Tigger\'d hail
My cellphone usage with her back; t\'avail
Me of her purring and good cheer, what hence?
But I went oer and pet her til defense
Is sitting in my lap, oh sweetest bail!
Rain after I have showered, and in tour
Been told I\'m scheduled for this ev\'ning, to
Go groc\'ry shopping begs th\'umbrella fer
Aught, and what buckets come down like t\'would do
All trav\'ling in! And, order Starbucks?! were
There aught excuse, oh LORD, how I need You.
25Jul25b
They do, they truly do.
How Ravel\'s Strains Fit the Bill
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLXVIII)
I found a cake in the reduced for sense,
More fruit pops, and a fellow cust\'mer\'d hail
Me with the note of ice cream bars on sale,
Where I forgot the fridge might lack room, whence
Ah, golden ev\'ning! How I wish from hence
For home, the kittens and my brother! Frail
As cramped for time, I miss them sans aught bail,
These pale, blue heavns with bright clouds fr\'intents.
Who cares when sunset is? Laugh at me, poor
As ah, my silly notions: what\'s to do?
What niggles in the rear like to bestir
Fond memries from lost days, as if the cue
Might ransom now from its despair as twere?
Lift up mine eyes to see, oh LORD, to You.
25Jul25c
Dunno.
What Brought This Up, Eh?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLXIX)
Ah me! The nineties, oh what dreams would hail,
Hopes of a better day than I\'d fr\'intents
Known ere, with not a year in ten suspense
Did not trim by the thought of grandeur, frail
As no excuse for such; my twenties\' trail
To yonder owned high hopes, as if defense
Therein could e\'en exist, oh dear pretense!
For surely something might anon avail!
How did the years as surely wend in tour
To all unrav\'lling, where to be half knew
It might lack ground to stand on, yet as twere
With one most certain fact: oh LORD, tis You.
Aught else might fail and ver\'ly did, was\'t poor?
Oh let me not but see to Thee, as due.
25Jul25d