Cheeky Missy
If I Knew The Answer to That...
Talk about, yeah.
And Safety Is of the LORD
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCVI)
Three lanes of traffic stalled for what, from hence?
The elephant I cannot see like bail,
What horror in its place! Why that detail
Of one huge pile of wreckage sans defense?!
Should I what, eh? Impedance was good sense?
Freed up once past, hand oer my mouth, how hail
Aught in the dread note of the crash?! Derail
Me thus \'most all the way home. Where\'s pretense?
Within the eye of gas, erm, stations\' tour
Of crazy pricing we\'re all doomed. I do
Need to refuel today, but later. Stir
Me to both that, Panera, JetBrite too
In one straight run, and I\'ll thank Thee, LORD, Your
Great mercies new each morn, all, all of You.
04Aug25c
I guess I used to know, don\'t ask me now.
All In How Many Hours Is That?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCI)
Home ere tis sevn, the dishes done t\'avail,
Wash up the few things that I took fr\'intents
With fresh dishwater, then their bowls which (thence
Filled) they check out, to nibble that detail
Called dry cat food, ah Barry\'s! Now, to scale,
See that line, \"one sip and yer home--\" ah, whence?
Watch steam whiffs in ascent whilst they from hence
Play, and I\'m grateful. All else melts off: bail.
Since aught press for yes, spicy, likeas fer
All that my people could eat, drink what to
Be certain feels like fire, I went as twere
Out on a limb, and now shall use the two
Bob Evans spicy sausage for--is\'t poor?
Our breakfast hash; oh LORD, save us, won\'t You?
04Aug25a
Yes.
Aha, the Day I\'ve Waited For?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCII)
Five pounds of cabbage is a lot fr\'intents,
Yet I thought to fit that in which, t\'avail?!
Huge frying pan is too small, whence that detail
Our eight quart pot, and lunch late, breakfast thence
But fruit-topped yogurt and fruit cup, good sense
On nary sleep is fled with strength, nor bail
Where ev\'ning haunts, french toast and eggs to scale
Our meal who cares when with the hash, what hence?
Oh crazy days and hours, my plans were poor,
For I am shot ere five, and gone unto
Is\'t la-la land til nightfall? Food cooled fer
All that by then, twa loads of dishes to
Tie up today, I did Panera. Stir
Hope in the LORD, my soul, and seek Him \'new.
04Aug25b