Cheeky Missy

Oh, You Know

I think I do.

Of Barry\'s, Brioche, and Then...

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXIII)

Oh! put the kettle on for Barry\'s, they\'ll

Be dashing \'bout and craz\'ly too fr\'intents,

And he\'s up early is\'t? Let Summer\'s sense

Win, we\'ll craft shortbread where seems t\'would avail

To heat the ovn, so Babybel to scale

In lieu of Brie as they wreak havoc hence

By playful bouncing off the walls to fence

The time ere breakfast, where tis which detail?

Brioche bread for French toast, eggs scrambled for

All that within the breakfast hash anew,

Canad\'an bacon piled on top, grapes tour

Upon the side, where groc\'ry shopping to

Be certain is not much. How Tigger\'d stir

Herself to nap on me. LORD, we wait You.

08Aug25a

...NOT.

HaHa, I\'m Brilliant on Third Shift

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXIV)

Roll Woodman\'s \'cross yer tongue to ask why thence

I\'m four hours later than intended? Frail

As dearest hopes and plans, that detail

Of how to capture both the kittens hence

In less than one week more, as if defense

Is flown. I must leave with them sans avail

By half past six on Thursday. Where is bail?

At Woodman\'s in the afternoon, ah whence?

Bulk canned food in adults, come is it poor?

They\'re nigh that, kitten canned food gone unto

The dogs, which litter\'s best? Reduced in tour

Is naught or, buttermilk for \'skivers--ooh!

There\'s no chopped salads, cukes bagged I\'ll take fer

Who knows what, LORD, Thy mercies ever new.

08Aug25b