...leftover spinach smoothie, fruit dip, and crackers.
Tea-Lemonade In Lieu Of Barry's
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDXX)
How puddles in dawn's early light few thence
Dare stir attest to rain last night t'avail,
Morn's sodden aspect, with the sparrows' hale
Cries, fresh-washed, yet so warm the sheer suspense
Is weary, and full with mid-Summer's sense
Of muggy hours in tow, til which detail
Could rouse an eager spirit on the trail
To yonder, nor abash the keen pretense?
Skies are not blue nor white but, as the tour
Of roadside wildlflowrs' periwinkle hue,
An undefined moist shade. Shall I bestir
Expense and order breakfast since I knew
Not what to grab in heading out? Tis poor.
I'll dream, on Xmas cake. Oh LORD, where to?
09Jul25a
...and of haste.
Yes, This Odd Spread Smacks of Travel
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDXXI)
Not Barry's nor aught brie, nor steam's exhale
As aerie dancers in dawn's early scents
And freighted hopes of yonder. No. Defense
More subtle where lo, Tigger plays t'avail
Within my unmade bed, mews like'd bewail
The bathroom's closed door while I'd showr fr'intents
In haste, though half asleep and fevered thence,
Where they check out the cream I've poured for bail.
"Think fast!" said smoothie and tea-lem'nade were
The greatest in sheer lack; grab fruit dip too,
Though nary fruit, kick me, and what else fer
This day? Old Xmas cake. I've so much to
Make choices from, yet I can't think. In poor
Reply? I'll wait, Thy mercies, LORD, e'er new.
09Jul25b
Oh, these upside-down days!
Say "Whatdya Know" Will You?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMXXII)
He sez they bounced around all day fr'intents
Whilst I was off at work, like that detail
Of sheer haste did not screw aught? To avail
Our hungry bellies, I splurge on defense:
A pizza! They don't care for veggies hence
It seems, nor e'en the cheese? Well for, erm, bail,
Tonight, I sure must scramble if that they'll
Indulge as wont on yoghurt, wherefore, whence?
Craft refried beans in four short hours as t'were,
From dried to done so Peter can lick to
His heart's content all yoghurt off my tour
Of dinner, since he seems t'expect it too.
He does, as well. Then off to work 'gain fer
Me whilst I hope they sleep. LORD, we wait You.
09Jul25c
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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Dear Missy,
No Barry's, what's a girl to do; tea/lemonade and no brie. Your life's a muddle of late in three hurried sonnets yet wonderfully composed. A real treat to read. Very well done.
Wishing you the very best,
Tony.
You're too kind, dear Sir. Thank so, so very much!!!
Flowers, food and travel what more could a person ask for? Lovely
Missy, you’ve outdone yourself with this culinary canon. The ghost of Barry’s tea...Tigger’s existential dread...and pizza as spiritual warfare? Every line feels like multitasking in iambic pentameter. Honestly, I’m still recovering from “Think fast!” followed by a smoothie. 🤣 Whatever this “spread” is...it’s holy chaos. And I loved every minute of it. 🌹👏
Oh, you're too nice! Thank you so very much, Tristan. Sarpino's, to be precise, a dear favorite from 4 years ago and third shift, I'd mistakenly believed it was only up north until a week ago when I put it in Google search... and promptly bought their vegetarian which had won my heart 4 years ago. Now the only question is how to justify it more often than not. Thank you again.
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