How I do so LOVE rain!
Of Rain, Rain, Rain, and Tea
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDXXXVII)
Rain, heavy rain likeas my soul'd avail
Me of where blackest night's all the more dense
Thereby, half cozened where I am, like whence
Is not a question. And then which detail?
For all the third shift and no sleep, in frail
Excuse wish for rain all day long fr'intents,
Whilst oh! I need to craft beans in defense,
Yes, refried beans, til any sleep lacks bail.
Oh haha! Walking back despite in tour
Mine Irish mac, how very wet tis too!
Half drowned, put on the kettle, beans as t'were
As well, and watch steam waft up like t'would woo.
If Barry's is a chance to breathe, bestir
Thy mercies new each morning, LORD, won't You?
04Jun25a
[I thought it said National (Grilled) Cheese (Sandwich) Day....but twas only National Cheese Day.]
Of Cheese and Refried Beans?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDXXXVIII)
Tis Nash'nal Cheese Day and, have we defense?
The fridge is full of cheese and meats t'avail
Aught soul, e'en "bread" cheese, til which detail
Is lacking? Just forget til midnight, whence
Search rec'pes for that "bread" cheese treat, to thence
Learn I can't craft it, eh? Too bad. Regale
Me in sheer visions of beyond, to scale;
Dredge mem'ries of too many years 'go hence.
Fry bacon, eggs, craft porridge, add in tour
A slice of Kringle, and have breakfast, to
Put on The Office after, while beans fer
All that cook, and well, that's a wrap! We do
Have cheddar thickly on our beans--is't poor?
Then bed til third shift drags me off anew.
04Jun25b
45 years later, the key to Grampa Gordon's "not-a-cat" is T. S. Eliot's The Naming of Cats!
Did T. S. Eliot Ever Know?!
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDXXXIX)
So Daddy hated poe'try? That detail
Of T. S. Eliot "Naming Cats" is whence
His father told the sorry tale fr'intents
Of "not-a-cat," and now I know, t'avail!
Yes, Grampa heard his cat reciting, frail
As aught 'scuse, that most secret name, for sense,
And how it lost the same thereby, defense
Flown in exposure, poor puss losing bail.
I never knew until today in tour.
Is that why I write poe'try--cuz he too
Loved it?! And oh! the riddle he as twere
Gave little me to chew at five--who knew?!
My cat had one name, not four, and if her
Most secret name was mulled, erm, what is new?
04Jun25c
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: June 11th, 2025 10:38
- Comment from author about the poem: I never dreamed there was a key to unlock Grandpa Gordon's tale about the infamous Not-a-Cat. Enjoy?!
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