Twa Sinks of Dishes But an Omelet
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLVIII)
Let morning trickle in sans voice to fence
The light of day, if only to avail
Me of dear rest, the circles whose detail
Does NOT enhance my hazel orbs what thence
Abet that hopeful thought, likeas defense,
Unless, of course, being death warmed oer is bail
For 'bove ground life whose plans stress shall derail,
Or curse with notes to highlight sheer pretense.
I'll feign tis cool being off on Monday, fer
The first time in a week of sev'n which threw
My mind out by their madness I'll demur
To yield to, til twas nigh complete. Calm to
Effect upon noon's finish, LORD, bestir
Thy mercies and redeem me now, won't You?
30Dec24a
Not me, certainly.
Well, I'll Be Jiggered...I Never
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLIX)
As if a spell's been broken when t'avail
We'd had our visit, I am free fr'intents,
And happy too, the sweet hours like defense
For long lost joys I'd quite forgot in frail
'Scuse, like what? Griefs were buried, no detail
Remembered lest I too be lost from thence
In joys' destruction. Grandma Drysdale's sense
The dining room, yes, I'd obliv'on's bail.
Twas so good, we were up late in a tour
Of such discussions only fam'ly knew.
Back home, with eggnog in Mum's glasses, her
Sense oer us kids, twas all a whirl, yet true.
Thy mercies, LORD, prevail: I thank Thee fer
All and rejoice. Come. For we wait for You.
30Dec24b
...at last. [My cousin's chihuahua is named Marzipan, and was the star of the show while I visited since well, you know chihuahuas....]
Oh My! I Guess Tis New Year's Eve
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLX)
Cream gravy of the maple sausage dense
With flavour--Jimmy Dean's! and biscuits tale
...For New Year's eh? Dunno. The dishes trail
Frae baking in the kitchen Monday thence
Washed, dried, and stowed, craft omelet, porridge hence
With clem'tines and Chobani--brunch' detail,
Bake scallops, boil potatoes to avail
Us with a salad for lunch and ah, whence?
Quick! Scuttle off afresh to work in tour,
Sweet mem'ries of last night a dream I knew
Which fades, th'attack ch'huahua's bite as t'were
But figments of the vision--Marz'pan to
Shy cats--the laughter and dear fun bestir
Lost days since past. Oh LORD, that we'd see You.
31Dec24
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Praise the LORD indeed! I am glad that it worked out for you despite work and that it produced these wonderful sonnets, Cheeky! Well done! 🌹👏
Thank you! Yep!
You're welcome!
It is great to hear sonnets about common daily experiences. I have done my share of dishes as well and daily work schedules leave little time for much else. Very nice
I much admire your everyday sonnets posted here, Cheeky Missy and your visit to your cousin’s abode created one which tantalized my taste buds. You appeared to have much fun and gratitude came across in your lines. Wishing you a very happy and healthy new year.
Fantastic work.
Thank you so very much!
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