Cheeky Missy

Oh, I Dunno.

I swear, it was too cute.

You Had to Figure On THIS

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXLVIII)

It was a fair trade after all, made sense

On their part too...the catnip mouse t\'avail

In lieu of brie, quite neatly put to scale

Where t\'other\'d been; and they are licking hence

The brie they filched, content at last fr\'intents,

Nor fighting like they had been, that detail

Their guilty prize where I\'m amused, and bail

For all of us, I see, likeas defense.

How Peter cleans himself as if in tour

To polish off a chunk of brie will do,

And Tigger watches or works on it, her

Sheer pleasure far too perfect as the two

Seem reconciled. Done, how the mouse as twere

Is taken back, Thy mercies, LORD, e\'er new.

18Aug25a

[and a rough one at that, too]

This Was MY Weekend, Thank You

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXLIX)

Dark navy melts to greyish blue\'s detail,

This fragile light\'s more somber hue suspense

Girds with a note of rain in tow as thence

Most likely is as Autumn\'s wont, warmth hale.

Let me get through the car wash like t\'avail

Ere that the storm breaks and rain pours in dense

Rich curtains down, this time while I\'ve defense,

Safe in my own place like I wished, as\'t veil.

Lets us lose ourselves in which movies fer

A spell? All \"Amish\" flicks aren\'t light but woo

With murder in the rear, so try as twere

For kinder, and it\'s modern slapstick to

Give humour where the scen\'ry\'s wealth in tour

Of greenry calms the soul. LORD, I thank You.

18Aug25b

...but I\'m having fun.

My Plans Were Canceled

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCL)

Oh! hot dawgs in is\'t sausage buns fr\'intents?

With just a bit of mustard like to scale

Now squiggled on\'t, baked beans, a salad hale

In sheer green goodness, and we\'re set from hence;

Throw in Lay\'s ridged potato chips for sense,

And don\'t ask me to give a hoot t\'avail

For aught else as rain cozens us. Detail

Naught and we\'ll lose ourselves in dreams for whence.

Sometime lo, after dark I\'ll stumble fer

All that to bed, the salad in review

Left languishing for was\'t the dressing? Poor

As wasting time, when I invited who

Else but lo, Robert, his mum said as twere

It would not do. But movies?! LORD, where to?

18Aug25c