Cheeky Missy

Well, Whadya Know, Eh?

Nothing, absolutely NOTHING.

So Much for All MY Freighted Plans

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLXXXVIII)

What ghostly white now haunts the distance hence?

Tis not the romance of pure mists that veil

The thought of yonder with a note of frail

Blank naught where we\'ve late come from which pretense?

Stalled on the highway, three lanes sans defense

Of heavy traffic, tanks and semis trail

Behind and twixt the smaller trucks\' detail,

Cars and suburbans stopped, nor asking whence?

For there was nothing once we\'re freed as twere,

The cruel delay sans aught excuse, we knew

But to be patient. Back, hit Starbucks fer

My \"stardash,\" then Panera, passing through

Cuz I\'ll hit JetBrite later, if\'s not poor.

Thy mercies new each morn, LORD, I thank You.

31Aug25a

I can\'t believe we\'re out of bacon, nor he.

And After All That, Um, Yeah

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLXXXIX)

Rain musta been and left, these puddles\' trail

Of blank naught which now mirrors all fr\'intents

A notice that I missed the storms, gone hence

Ere I got off the clock. How thus avail

Us now I\'m home at last? Although they hail

Me with \"meows\" for fresh food, they\'ve defense,

For I put extra in last night, suspense

Asleep as I kin potter oer detail.

A tea cup of cold coffee quaffed, is\'t poor?

I\'m trying to keep all straight: I need now to

Serve breakfast ere the morning ages fer

Him; bacon shall be made for each, us two

And them, the package done, french toast in tour

With scrambled eggs, LORD, let us wait on You.

31Aug25b

...sweet Autumn!

Yahoo! Methinks I Spy

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDXC)

Aha! Tis August breathing through aught hence

To tie up ole July, as Fall to scale

Begins, the eye of day with that detail,

These haunting notes of subtle chill from thence

Autumnal measures I so cherish, whence

How best indulge? My plaid skirts would avail

\'Cept I cannot decide which one is\'t? Hail

Then, polka dots in pink like that makes sense.

Wrap sandwich loaded with yes, chicken, we\'re

Set with these kale um, salads, lunch\' ado

Quite perfect, and the screen sans window, they\'re

Fond of it, or late wrestling cuz the two

Like that, is it? I need sleep, whence bestir

A nap, as LORD, how I would wait on You.

31Aug25c