What a funny thought.
Am I Learning How to Live at Last?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDXCIII)
What happened to the nearly sacred scale
Of sipping Barry's? I've no eye, nor sense
Of ghostly steam's ascent as Tigger hence
Is proving she shall climb my tree t'avail,
With Peter half in hot pursuit like's bail,
Although he is half-hearted for intents,
And knocking oer my plants is all he'll thence
Engage in whileas she shows off. What'd fail?
I guess myself? Plan to leave early fer
The groc'ry shopping and it will not do,
Or what? He teases me til I demur
To eat, but showr to hear...is't deja vu?!
They're grinding upstairs 'gain. Will we as twere
Lose all once more?! Deliver us, won't You?
27Jun25a
...the frosted 9X13' cake seems frosted by whipped cream.
Did Someone Say Whipped Cream?!
(sonnet #MMMMMMCDXCIV)
Reduced...did I say cake?! Tis for intents
But cracked, yet frosted to perfection, hale
In goodness, and lo pizza too?! Avail
Us there, to find beef: single pounds I'd thence
Determined to buy for a salad hence,
In the reduced meat bin!! Now taco's bail
Established, salad kits reduced, detail
What, eh? Discuss bulb garlic and life, whence?
Oh! Traffic is so stupid! Slow in tour
And crazy getting back home, how I stew,
An hour late, stow the groc'ries, then bestir
The taco salad; serve that with cake too
For our dessert, and nap. Who'd climb as twere
On me? They both lick off my frosting. Who?
27Jun25b
...oh nevermind, his name is nobody's business.
I Swoon, I Swoon, His Name Is
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDXCV)
Stop at Panera for a drink t'avail
Me both enroute and oernight, sans a sense
Of what'd portend. Some wealthy gent fr'intents,
Such as I may well dream but never hail
In truth, greets me with flatt'ry, that detail
Of "you look like a nurse--" as if pretense
Could turn mine head, and how I yield, defense
Foresworn as in a blink, til I lose bail.
Oh sure, how we shake hands and wish in tour
To meet again, cuz "you are funny--" do
I get that term correct? But that is poor.
How shall we? and why would we? Oh, he'll woo,
But for a one night stand--his Chi-town cure
For all I've no use for, LORD, save me too.
27Jun25c
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 6th, 2025 09:32
- Comment from author about the poem: You men forever know just how to undo me in a trice. Enjoy?!
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Comments1
Now you did it Chic by mentioning whipped cream you got me going. I love cream of any type, drink more cream than coffee, whipped and sweetened more than the pie. Good write I'm off to the fridge
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