Cheeky Missy
What Would You Do For A Collar?
Yes, I know it\'s dangerous.
Just Thinking, I Guess You\'d Say
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXXII)
What happened to tea\'s soothing note for sense
On Sunday? Why, now I\'m off work to scale,
Nor slept, too fragile, does my cuppa hail
With steam whiffs in ascent and tis defense,
Balm to my soul as grey hours gird from hence
The thought of yonder, Barry\'s all t\'avail
We knew it was...today? Why\'s that detail
Called Peter\'s new grand collar their toy thence?
A hawk, so sweetly clothed as wont, in tour
Out in the parking lot, confused? What drew
Mine eyes in passing, gave me as it were
A smile was it? What is today that\'d woo
And leave me...happy? Come, say tis not poor,
Oh LORD, Thy mercies new each morn...of You.
11Aug25a
*Marley and Me
I Dearly Do Love Dogs
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXXIII)
Twas lo, a grand adventure getting frail
New collars, as I met a puppy thence
Named Clark, white, yet like Marley*, teasing hence
His master as lo, other girls to scale
Would coo oer him, whilst I begged to avail
Him of yes, Lois. Etching tags defense
Was fas\'nating the drive and all fr\'intents
Where I was far too busy, which detail?
Oh yes, my head was spinning, and is\'t poor
I\'m thankful tis all oer? Don\'t ask where to,
Let me just be, if that I may in tour.
My bit of Brie um, Tigger stole, would chew,
And Peter ate it up. I need to stir
Me to craft breakfast. LORD, let us seek You.
11Aug25b
Forsooth.
Oh, This Crazy, Crazy Circus!
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXXIV)
Does he adroitly take now Tigger\'s sense
Of is\'t captiv\'ty off? and put t\'avail
Her brand new collar on, how that detail
Lo, she removes when I am show\'ring, whence
No bells ring anywhere, and they fr\'intents
Know something\'s now off kilter, talk of bail
Just that: sheer talk. These are too long?! Go hail
Yes, smaller, and all thus becomes pretense.
We breakfast, watch a movie, then in tour
Think I\'ll go to JetBrite, Panera too,
And they\'re both skulking in the bedroom, her
In front, or Peter? It\'s too funny! Do
I talk thus sweetly to them, they\'ll bestir
Thoughts of a treat. Oh LORD, we wait on You.
11Aug25c
I\'ve heard tis the best medicine.
Go Laugh At Me, Will You?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXXV)
Lo, I\'ve had Barry\'s, moldy coffee (frail
As drinking joe that\'s two weeks old is\'t hence?)
Tea-lem\'nade for good measure too from thence,
And pull\'d today off like I\'d sleep t\'avail
Me, nor was lacking. Tigger\'s gone sans bail
From wearing her old collar with fr\'intents
A bell, to taking off two new ones, whence
I half despair she\'ll wear one\'gain: bewail?
The first of two quite solid carr\'ers her
New toy to nestle in, there\'s hope anew,
If\'s fragile. Peter haunts these realms in tour,
A ghostly figure who\'s more wary to
Be seen, played with my clothes like\'s fine (is\'t poor?)
And, LORD, Thy mercies new abound, of You.
11Aug25d