...to grow...old
They Never Did Say Precisely How
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDVII)
Put on the kettle, Barry's that detail
I've missed, one shortbread 'longside in defense,
And steam wafts up in ghostly tendrils hence
Where once upon the time through that thin veil
I'd watch Mum, reading lo, the Bible, frail
Was't? Oh, too many years 'go, whilst fr'intents
How I've late pondered that sweet mem'ry whence?
If only, yet I maunt, and whither's bail?
The bacon Tuesday was tops as it were,
And we'll save the potatoes for what 'new?
A batch of breakfast hash I must bestir
Me to craft, yes, today. With rolled oats to
Craft porridge, put on breakfast whilst in tour
He sleeps. Oh LORD, we wait anon for You.
21May25a
Eh?!
What Am I Missing, Eh?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDVIII)
Yes pecan pie for breakfast cuz I'd thence
Gone straight to bed last night sans that detail
Of erm, dessert. It's good. Yet to avail
Now's not the time, and funny, coffee hence
Without, am I mixt up? Have I defense?
Cook up our breakfast and then showr to scale
Ere he gets up, and watching movies, frail
As aught 'scuse, is a drag. What's not pretense?
Craft smoothies, fin'lly, after dreaming fer
Too many days of having that anew
For third shift. Yet where is my spark as t'were?
This rainy weather and pure chill is too
Grand, yet I feel dull. Craft all I'd in tour
Dreamed for so many days, yet? LORD, where to?
21May25b
*cough, cough* it's crazy and perhaps unforgiveable, but...I craft coffee and don't drink it until it's a day old and quite cold.
Cold Coffee Would Be Dandy
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDIX)
I said a thousand things, yet that detail
Is naught, and rain owns yonder with a sense
Of solace 'spite the oercast hours these dense
Grey region clouds rule. Yet tis a veil,
It is not rain so much as droplets' trail
To whither, where I've got to clean fr'intents
Once home, and breakfast must be served ere thence
He 'gins at ten, nor is there tea for bail.
The breakfast hash is perfect in as t'were
A trice, and how the sausage chopped up too
Is grand paired with't, the porridged ready fer
Us in a heartbeat, where to be anew
Distracted is the theme, til all's lost. Stir
Hope in the LORD, my soul. Save us, won't You?
22May25a
...it would never do.
Come, If I Told You That, Well--
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDX)
With apple cidar vin'gar for defense,
Food pois'ning is a mem'ry sans avail;
And she is glad the phone cupholder's bail,
Where I'd small use for that; her ornge dress hence
Is aerie and too cutesy, dying aught thence
Washed with it ornge; the Starbucks mugs' detail
Grand in her kitchen, whilst I've tea cups' tale
In mine, nor are tall boots but for intents.
We binge-watched 'gain The Office, just in tour
To get ourselves on track, and nothing's new.
If Hormel pepperoni is as t'were
The thing itself, well, spicy is the cue.
And I was fine on nary sleep, though's poor,
Til lying down proved that, LORD, how I need You.
22May25b
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: June 5th, 2025 09:32
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