Well, isn't that so?!
Half The Reason That We Cook?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDLXXXVIII)
Four cheese soufle my fav'rite oh! I'd thence
Indulge but canna now, methinks, t'avail
Thus nagging as I drive; think that detail
Could be had if I craft it for intents
Myself, so google rec'pes in defense,
To settle on what I'd left off to scale
On crafting: breakfast egg burritos, hale
In yes, three cheeses, bacon, onion, scents.
Red pepper added, half and half in tour,
Half burn my fingertips in rolling two,
No, four burritos. Tigger begs as twere
And Peter likewise, but don't seem to view
It as great fare, though I do. They'd bestir
Them til we fin'lly eat. LORD, we praise You.
25Jun25a
...guess so.
Tis "While You Were Sleeping" Eh?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDLXXXIX)
Rain, such as I'd desired, came 'neath the veil
And cover of sheer darkness, puddles dense
With import in dawn's eye and pavement thence
Still wet with lo, the downpour, where t'avail
Seemed not mine to enjoy despite the trail
Of lightning haunting bedtime last night, whence
Now see twas all I yearned, like in defense,
The ghostly echo of sheer mists what hail.
Wake in the darkness; get a drink--who'd purr
When I'm thus back in bed, so close now too?
How Peter'd join his sister, was't? Yet her
Reply was chasing him off, til the two
Leave me to wrestle . Sleep til dawn bestir,
Put on the kettle, and LORD, I need You.
25Jun25b
...and quite the bookworm at that.
I Was a Bookworm Once Upon A Time
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDXC)
Oh me! I did not lose my taste for thence
Good books, just what? Let Cooper's freighted tale
The Spy be in my hands again, and frail
As aught claims ere, I'm hooked without a sense
Of time, like thirty years 'go when defense
Was not an issue, ev'ry last detail
As fresh as erst and charming, like t'avail
Me is the joy it allus was from hence.
Craft BLTs for late lunch as it were;
This time toast up the bread likeas was due,
And wolf it down to feel quite sleepy fer
All that; craft spinich smoothies for us too,
Wash up the dishes; serve the kittens their
Canned food; sleep til th'alarm,....LORD, whither to?
25Jun25c
(you gotta love it when you stump yourself...oh yeah: TRL)
[Turns Out It's Tristan's Fault Is It?]
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDXCI)
A "Tango Tea" sans lem'nade, that detail
What gives it flavour, and Panera's sense
Of flavours: Blueb'rry Lav'ndar for intents,
Clean their bowls first and refill to avail,
Then lo, the bathroom; find all up sans bail,
So reheat breakfast b'rritos in defense,
And they're too hot to eat, oh grand pretense!
Put ketchup on for style and swear t'won't fail.
We'll finish off the cant'oupe--they demur
To snack on aught--so's just, I guess, us two
For this repast; they're playing at tag as twere
All through the place and tumbling like they'd do
Up wrestling just for kicks? I shall bestir
Me to Panera 'gain, LORD, if's of YOU?
26Jun25a
"close, but NO cigar"
Oh, Famous Last Words, They Kill Me
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDXCII)
I shall go to Panera thrice fr'intents
Methinks, my car too filthy to avail
It first off though, if I'd put her in frail
Excuse to bed quite clean, ergo wait hence
Til night or thereabouts for sweet defense,
And what did they all warn me? oh! for bail.
On hand all day, I'd nary taste. Detail
How I fell off to sleep on that pretense.
Wake after dark...in Summer, like's not poor?!
Alas! Tis nearly nine--the wash I'd do
Just how late? Can't be cuz they're closing. Were
There hope before, tis gone with daylight to
The dogs, my car too dirty. I'd bestir
Me when, precisely?! LORD, have mercy too.
26Jun25b
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Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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Another fun read of food and rain and a dirty car. Feels like I've been there before. A good write Chic
Done as instructed, I enjoyed
Yay! I'm so glad. Thank you!!!
You are very welcome
Awesome write
Thank you!
You're welcome
If I get to your sonnets before breakfast, I find I don't need any, Missy - It's a saving. Bless you for all the good you are spreading... that's not fruity marmalade on fresh crusty bread supplemented with some aged cheddar you have ready for me, is it??
Hahaha, nah. Get this: I found a loaf of sourdough topped with onion and used it for French toast this morning, topped by maple syrup...it was too tasty. Me sadly has nary marmalade, nor crusty bread, albeit I do have aged cheddar, if you come within arms length, so to speak. Thank you, thank you!
Stap me vitals, Lady! Is you insinuating that if I come within arms length you will know it's me because me armpits and other assets smell like aged cheddar? It''s swords, pistols or creme puffs at five hundred yards, Madam.
Hahaha. You're entirely too fun! No. My late father taught me to love aged cheddar. Frankly, I love cheddar aged or mild, Swiss, etc. Creme puffs sound delicious.
I'm safe as houses then - you would scoff the lot!☺️
Hmm, now you've got me mystified.
Not prepared to challenge - your digestive juices won the day....☺️..... for me!
Yay!
Doh! I knew someone - he would reply 'Why?' to every statement, if it was a question or not. Did he do it just to baffle us?! You're not his sister, are you? lol.
Maybe, and maybe not. Guess it all depends on how you reckon it.
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