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) (
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- 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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Comments8
So the seed was sown by Grandpa and continues to be nurtured by your good self, enjoyed todays helping.
Thank you so, so very much! You're too kind.
You are very welcome
Chic your food has warmed me up to hunger and having learned I eat first before reading. Another nice write
Excellent write
Thank you so very much!
You're welcome
Heavy rains, craft porridge and a cat by any other name. You live a remarkable life, ever busy, always happy and churning out poetry by the bucket and all this whilst enjoying a cup of Barry's tea. Most admirable, indeed. As always, a joy to read.
Fond regards,
Tony.
A poetic response! Thank you so very much, kind Sir.
Excellent work.
Thank you.
Cat's? Ambivalent relationship with same; rain I don't want to discuss. But Cheese? Now you're talkin'. The heady mix of gastronomic delight ever present in your work means that now, I merely see your name on the running page and my stomach gives a slight lurch and rumble. You have induced in me a Pavlovian response now. Hope you are happy, but don't let it go to your head.!🙃
Hahaha. Meow. Frankly, there's an extra secret since the discovery prompting this, but more on that later. Thank you very much, dear Sir.
Rain and Tea ? I put hot water in mine , but each to their own. Enjoyable Poem.
You put hot water in what, precisely? 212°F the first time, or you will NEVER collect all the flavor in black tea. Thank you for your comment.
Hot water in Tea. I could never drink black Tea: It's Milk or nothing.
Whoa. Thank you for introducing me. I take it you eschew Barry's, then?
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