Tis "Never Say Never" Is It?!
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLVI)
Rain pours like t'would be sweet to bide fr'intents
Safe tucked awa' indoors. I maunt avail
Me, sadly, yet what after that detail?
How Grampa's fruitcake's fin'lly baking hence,
My cousin liking that suggestion, whence
I had to make this treat, as if twas bail
For her, the fun we've planned, if Thou will't, frail
As lo, the wreck of mine, tomorrow's sense.
A mouse. An actual grey, live, fluffy fer
The chill, erm: mouse. He's in my food like to
Partake is thus allowed, out on in tour
My deck, until I come, that is. In poor
'Scuse, now he's had some mango, left tae rue
His feast now I want foodstuffs. Jump as t'were
Three feet straight up and I'm left with the view.
29Dec24a
...won't you trip?
If Yer Head Is In the Clouds
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLVII)
So, dream of crafting eggnog, like'd avail
If only I did. Shortbread too, from hence,
But Scottish shortbread, as the rec'pe thence
I used within my father's house. In frail
Reply, though, seems I've lost all that and fail.
They swear the latter's served with tea for sense,
Which I have yet to try, since brie fr'intents
Is all I'll take with Barry's--oh bewail?
I've rum, ne bourbon nor the money fer
Th'expense, and all the rest 'cept nutmeg to
Grate up, else I misguess. I'll try in tour
Twa rec'pes for each, likeas that will do,
If Thou will't, LORD. Please give me in lo, Your
Grace to be faithful in all things, won't You?
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Ah Chic you always make me hungry with your sonnets. Always a fun read that brings me back to earth. Lovely
Up to 9,057 now?!
Nope. Dat vas LAST year. Barking at the door of 070, presently. Tanks.
Brie and shortbread? I could throw some banana on that!
Haha! Help yerself! After all, my late daddy's line regarding bananas was from his college days when hanging out with a friend netted the statement, "Eat your banana: it's good for your heart!" He couldn't but tell us that one repeatedly. My own brothers compared brie to the old tent we used to go camping in the Colorado mountains in when very young--"it tastes like the old green tent!" But somehow I love it. The shortbread cookies were a hit, too. And thank you for your comment.
These are a scrumptious couple of sonnets, my friend. Did I read your reply to Orchi correctly that you wrote 9,057 sonnets just last year alone, and that you start a fresh count each year...you now being up to 70 sonnets in 2025? If so... 😳 I am seriously impressed. Like mind blown 🤯 Either way, I am impressed. 9,057 sonnets is beyond remarkable for a single lifetime, let alone in a year. Regardless, just know I am a forever fan, my friend! Blown away by your commitment to and mastery of this form. 🌹👏
Once you've found your niche, coupled with a sense of ease despite the perpetual challenge, it almost becomes like a form one of my highschool teachers gave us for book reports, which latter saw lazy me filling in the empty spaces every time, polishing off my report with hardly any thought. I enjoy the exercise, frankly. Thank you very much for your kind comment!
You are welcome! 🙏❤️
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