...guess so, kid.
I Guess It's Monday...Morning?!
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXXXVIII)
Ask him about the seltzer's flavour, sense
Assured it is vanilla, and sans bail:
"It smelled like armpit,"--wherefore that detail?!
Is't morning's wiser notion leaves pretense
Out on the curb? But now I smell that, whence?
So much for freighted dreams of yonder. Hail
Such as just that, if ye would thus avail
Yerselves of more than keen chagrin, fr'intents.
The sun shall rise in one hour's time, and we're
Not quite asleep, or else tossed unto who?
Lo, nightmares which ne dawn shall shift as t'were
Are on the menu as our food, til through
The same we seek Thy face, oh LORD?Bestir
Us to rejoice in Thee and to wait You.
24Mar25a
...will ye? There's a precedent for everything.
Oh My--! Tell Me "Go Figure"
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXXXIX)
I meant to pack burritos, that detail
Forgottn, the list of things to do ere thence
We parted, more than 'nough for thin defense
Was't? I could NOT think, only try to hail
The strange new breakfast late contrived t'avail
Complaints where I'd scant time for aught else hence.
Ha, spill my coffee on THIS page cuz whence?
Covfefe must be spilt and stain, sans bail?
Or was't to make me pick up Drummond fer
Or was't to make me pick up Drummond fer
Perspective, David Grey next, learning too
That's no mere
chance Great Britain's prince in poor
Reply is s'posed not of the king. Nor's true.
Prince Henry of King James was likewise. Were
There just cause, what is't?! LORD, I'd wait for You.
24Mar25b
M'hm.
Some People Are So Silly
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXL)
I could cry oer the coffee spilt, cuz whence?
It DID have milk in it, the grand detail
Of half and half its own, look in betrayl
Now on the stain, and muse oer vain pretense.
Like omelets...turns out I'm not sans defense,
Born here and of this land: mine won't avail
Fine visions cuz I am not French. Derail
My notions and thus ponder over sense.
Chockful of so much, mine are as it were,
Though fluffy, weighty like the French ne'er knew.
I guess they're overcooked as well in poor
Excuse--no wonder they don't fold as due,
Or barely, and are huge. Shall I bestir
The dream I've known? Oh LORD, I'd wait on You.
24Mar25c
Don't answer.
Did the Talk of Pot Toast Me?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXLI)
Late morning's eye is fragile and more pale
Than not, lawns turning green like tis from hence
In style; skies not what I can view fr'intents,
Our simple breakfast seems what should avail:
From Barry's with but shortbread, porridge trail
To yonder's cottage cheese, banana
thence
No more, mixt salad for our lunch and sense,
Where wafting odours could rouse lack of bail.
Light comes and goes in play whileas winds stir
The bushes to nigh quaking as the view
From here seems half complacent. Noon in tour
Yields far more sunlight, and if I'm sans cue
Let's blame fatigue. The ancient poets were
A dash of reason til, LORD, I need You.
24Mar25d
...but I don't recall the name.
They Said You Had To Name It?!
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXLII)
Ah golden afternoon wherein lo, whence?
But pull out my guitar at long last, frail
As oh, how many years' lapse? Aught detail
From mem'ry so far distant, slowly thence
All comes back, yet by half, ne sorrow's sense
Aware til I kin pluck the strings t'avail
Me of its voice I cherish like I've bail
'Cept I cannot recall aught songs fr'intents.
Put on th'instruction disc like t'will bestir
More sense, but it will take some time. I knew
Stuff ere but have lost that with all in tour
Which roused my loss and tears. Each freighted cue
Is old, and yet so new--is that too poor?
Oh LORD, teach me again. I wait on You.
24Mar25e
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Another tasty write delicious Chic
The way coffee ☕️ is made these days, there’s much more to cry about when it’s spilt! 🕊🙏🏻
Thank you! Your comment intrigues me. Thank you again!
I’m speculating the price of even coffee will rise exponentially with the current state of the tariff wars 🌍 🤕🕊🙏🏻
Good thing I'm happily enjoying [finally!] The first of my two bag Xmas 2021 Starbucks beans. Guess I'll not to think about it for a while longer...hopefully.
Wait? Where are the sonnets? All of the delicious dishes and coffee? All I see is a blank page.
April fool's. LOL! Okay, that attempt at humor was lame. But your sonnets were not, my dear friend! Thoroughly enjoyed! 🌹👏
Methinks I was pranked more than I could derive for the annual opportunity. Thank you so very much! You're too sweet.
You are welcome most welcome. my friend!
I am putting on so much weight reading these!!!, very enjoyable read
Aww, you're too sweet and so fun! Thank you very, very much!
You are very welcome
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