...So, yeah.
French Toast, It's Been How Long?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCLXXI)
Forsythia's yellow 'gainst dark brown trunks' scale
Of naked trees still waiting leaves, suspense
The brighter for that note where now fr'intents
Tis April fin'lly, oh! Did I in frail
Excuse forget which month owned all t'avail
The sweets, and of forsythia, lost since whence?
That now I'm waking up and grateful hence,
Alive by dint of every last detail.
Mull pancakes just for fun, aye plan in tour
On that...last night was it? Yet bed for two
Hours left me feeling ill and weak as t'were.
What easy meal could do? French toast in few
Mere flips leaves room for lunch and dinner; stir
Me off to work 'til midnight, LORD's of You.
05Apr25a
I wonder who inherited Grampa and Grandma's?
Aha, I Need to Get Some Clubs?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCLXXII)
Golf. I swore off the sport which got its sense
Frae bonny Scotland?! Must be why the tale
Of clubs stood in the closet to avail
My Grampa Drysdale. I said t'was fr'intents
An old folks' game, yet now watch children hence
With eagerness pursue the challenge? They'll
Be farther for that, no? How golf's detail
Late beckons to me, yet have I defense?
Were I to take a club in hand, my tour
Would be short-lived, for I've no eye to cue
The ball straight in the holes. I'm sadly sure
It'd go awry. Let bowling prove t'won't do.
It'd go awry. Let bowling prove t'won't do.
I am no good at that. Perhaps I'll stir
Me yet to play the sport. LORD, is't of You?
05Apr25b
Funny, I wonder.
Is Forsythia Yellow As a Warning?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCLXXIII)
If Thursday ended with a bang to scale,
How Saturday's alive, its spirit thence
Charged like t'would...follow suit, if only, hence
What, eh? And I like being in that detail
Upon the fringes, watching on the trail
Without being in the fray, but twice for sense?!
If we've amendments likeas in defense
Of freedoms, don't come nigh: these shan't avail.
Whence spirits high, the sirens howl as t'were
And cuffs are bracelets for just, dear me, who?
Come, wherefore?! Don't ask? Firearms are in poor
Reply not in yer right to carry. True?!
I look askance and from a distance, stir
Yes, sorrow for the sight. Have mercy too.
05Apr25c
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Another set of marvelous poems that carry on the daily tradition of life
For those with seasonal allergies like mine, forsythia yellow is a warning sign indeed! 🤣 And OMFrench Toast! Yum! Well done, on these sonnets, my friend and superb sonneteer! 🌹👏
Thank you, thank you, thank you, dearest Tristan!
You are most welcome, dearest Missy! I hope you are having a brilliant Palm Sunday!
I am enjoying it, I guess. Hope you are!
Good to hear! I am! Though now I am about to enter into Palm Sunday coma...which sadly does not involve me luxuriously laying on a beach in the tropics somewhere! But bed is second best, no? 🤣 Have a great evening, my friend!
You know, kick me, but they popularized the term "facepalm" or the like several years ago...what if that's what we're to do today?!
😂 Man! That’s what’s been missing! Noted for next year! Facepalm Sunday! 😂🤣 Indeed, I am sure the Lord may have actually facepalmed on Palm Sunday, if you read between the lines So, it tracks in my book! 🤣
Enjoyable reads, you will need the patiance of a saint if you take up golf, nicely written and expressed
I'm still on the proverbial fence in regards to my ancestral games to play. Thank you very, very much!!!
You are very welcome
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