Cheeky Missy
Where Did I Leave Myself?
It actually did.
The Power Went Out, Eh?
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Back in good time, Panera to avail
As well, the power outage leaving thence
All off or messed up, fix that in defense;
Wash their bowls and refill, where that detail
Of Barry\'s beckons to \'gain salve my frail
Self, put all first in order with a sense
Of that recure to give me wings, til scents
Dissolve to heady whiffs of steam t\'inhale.
We\'ve whittled down the huge loaf til as twere
I\'ll need that on the groc\'ry list. Not two,
But four thick slices Texas Toast in tour,
Sans bacon cuz I can\'t find it all through
The freezer, though I hardly looked. Bestir
Our tongues to sing Thy praise, LORD, all of You.
01Aug25a
Now this is fun.
Thy Mercies Do Abound
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Brioche bread now for French toast, sausage hence
For breakfast hash, more salad kits t\'avail,
And lunch is beef with onions, shrooms\' detail
On onion hoagie roll with spicy thence
Chopped salad, where old smoothies swear fr\'intents
I must own secrecy, and craft in frail
Reply yet more ere long, bananas trail
In a big bag, reduced, just asking whence.
How lo, a deer leaps oer the trail in tour
Once I\'m at work, wild turkeys scrambling too
Across, as if the world is not sae poor
Beyond these highways, e\'en a bunny who
Is too scared til I stop, as birdsongs stir
And crickets, til, oh LORD, how I thank You!
01Aug25b
I\'ve every last one of my cellphones.
No, I Don\'t Trade My Phones In
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My very first um, cellphone, that detail
With lo, the ringtone that I rec\'nize hence,
And labeled \"Jenny\'s phone,\" with data thence
They would love to is\'t filch? Now sans avail
With its gorilla glass screen shattered, frail
As kittens and erm, men, is that fr\'intents?
Yet still with that \"beats aud\'o\" running whence
I listen to the Scriptures: shall it fail?!
One other cellphone years \'go I\'d demur
Not to yes, damage, cuz it drove me to,
But its gorilla glass is fine in tour,
The LCD wreckt. Now what shall I do?!
A heavy vase knocked oer on purpose were
The cause, and LORD, Thy will be done. Who knew?
01Aug25c
Ahem.
See, Private Parties Are My Style
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Back by erm, sevn, wash last night\'s dishes, thence
Refilling their bowls with fresh water\'s tale
And fresh food, go to showr, and they t\'avail
Are busy elsewhere, so wait to see hence
If there\'s aught chance, and Peter\'s keener sense
Swears tis, while Tigger disagrees, the trail
To yonder sans their antics? Which detail
Could bring back such, likeas in sheer defense?
While breakfast\'s French toast, and although I\'d tour
Online oer home-made ice cream, that won\'t do.
We have bananas. Chop up two and stir
Up splits by half with Hershey\'s chocolate to
Taste, half and half the bowlful for as twere
A treat the kittens steal frae. We thank You.
02Aug25a
Don\'t tell me it\'s too much fun.
Now THIS Is Way Too Fun!
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Nap, mebbe sleep four hours til, sans avail,
How my alarm goes off, and, rousted thence,
Think hot dawgs would be grand for lunch, and whence?!
But Robert comes with just that fine detail!
Grapes in abundance, cant\'loupe likeas bail,
Swiss cheese chunks, baked beans, lettuce and fr\'intents
Tortillas, raspb\'rries too, and or\'nges hence,
Fresh strawb\'rries urges smoothies hail.
Canad\'an bacon, silly me! what were
The reasons I saved mine? Now we have two
Packs, nor aught reasons to want bacon fer
Aught, happ\'ly. I\'d craft smoothies for us too,
\'Cept there\'s no time left ere I must bestir
To werk afresh. Oh LORD, how I praise You!
02Aug25b
I\'ll just never ever think clearly again, haha.
Would You Belive It Gets \"Better\" Than This?!
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So, I kin drive to work, and function hence,
But I am shot nor can return to scale
Aught comments: my brain\'s toast sans aught t\'avail,
Oh wretched third shift. What is playing fr\'intents
Within my noggin? Come, that show I\'d fence
One morning with, its strains waltz like tis bail
Until I must watch that again. Detail
Which after that? It is the theme, mine thence.
Like, til the morrow?! Is fatigue as twere
The rule, and what who wants, that I must do
Aught in a dream, but half there, in a poor
Reply? I\'ll smile and feign tis cool anew.
Let me forget whilst dreams of rest bestir
To solace. Oh LORD, is\'t not all of You?
02Aug25c