Cheeky Missy

I Rather Prefer Klondike Original

Not me.

Who\'s Laughing Now?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXL)

She wishes me safe driving home and thence

Five miles from home I\'m falling off sans bail

To sleep til I\'ll be thankful to avail

Me of my g\'rage, so sleepy, walking hence

Back I\'m half fading, like, what is\'t fr\'intents?!

Change and lie down, but Peter and to scale

Sweet Tigger wonder why?! Ergo, though frail,

Wash up their bowls. Then fall asleep til whence?

I told myself \"til nine,\" and sure \'nough, what\'d stir

Me wake, I do not know; now he\'s up too,

Craft french toast on brioche bread, hash in tour

Warmed with the egg mix, bacon on top, to

Not eat but showr and lie down like\'s not poor.

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

16Aug25a

Ya.

Is\'t Never A Dull Moment?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXLI)

She climbs into my lap where I\'d avail

Me of a bit of breakfast, that fr\'intents

Naught in a trice; so I shall showr, and thence

How Peter shortly follows to derail

That in a jiffy, as they play to scale,

The tub what? that they\'re keen on\'t til from hence

I half despair, yes; showr with Tigger, whence?

Oh, twixt the curtains. Peter next sans bail.

Who joins me on the couch when napping fer

A couple hours at last? Where Robert\'d cue,

How Tigger plays with his shoe laces, her

Game he demurs; she walks the counters to

Espy, and snags a bit on their food. Stir

Me out the door, and, LORD, how I thank You.

16Aug25b