Lemme Get This Straight: I Hafta Live WHERE?

Cheeky Missy



Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.
 
These Crazy, Crazy Hours, oh Yeah
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDXXVIII)
 
 
Up three hours after midnight, put from thence
The kettle on for Barry's, sans aught tail
Or sweet "meow," cuz wherefore? They would trail
Behind my brother whenas he'd fr'intents
Retire to bed, long after me was't? Sense
Aware now of how lonely tis, detail
No whiffs of steam for lack of light, avail
Me only of the fact itself. and whence?
A tinkling bell when I am done as twere,
Says Tigger's up at last, and she comes through
To see what's up, with those more plaintive, cure
For silence, keen meows, like I should do
Up something special is't? Pour cream for her,
And here is Peter too.  LORD, I'd thank You.
 
12Jul25a
 
I still can't believe it.
 
I Maunt Believe It: I'm NOT Dreaming?!
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDXXIX)
 
 
At werk ten minutes early, which detail?
For morning's young and tis the weekend, whence
No other soul is here, last I saw, sense
Alive to that fine fact as I avail
Me of my fav'rite rad'o station, hale
In class'cal strains where birds begin fr'intents
To sing, whilst oh! the Plover lets from hence
Her babies play--I've ne'er 'fore seen the tale!
Come, mini Killdeer?! Tiny plovers tour
The quiet section of the lot, not two
But three, their mother watching, and in her
Eye I attempt to photograph the crew
Of bitty birds, quite unaware as twere
Of me. Oh LORD, how shall I thank Thee too?!
 
12Jul25b
 
...funny.
 
I Finally Looked Up: Expat
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDXXX)
 
 
Charade the movie. She'll discuss fr'intents
The music, say the flick sans much t'avail
Is NOT a Hitchcock movie, whilst sans bail?
Not noting that the music sounds for sense
Like's from James Bond, til I, on that, search thence
The movie, Audrey Hepburn in't to scale,
And tis a cur'ous twist of humour, hale
In just enow to make a winner hence.
Go straight to Woodman's once off, checking fer
Reduced, that's all, and find what?! Noosa, blue
And labeled "perfectly [um] plain" in tour, 
Which beats aught else plain when you taste it too.
Catnap for work oernight like that's not poor,
Bewildered til I'm there: LORD, I need You.
 
12Jul25c
  • Author: Chic George (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 19th, 2025 12:10
  • Comment from author about the poem: Funny, I never dreamed--. Ah well, enjoy?!
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  • sorenbarrett

    Wow! what a coincidence I was just watching a Katherine Hepburn film and there are little birds outside felt like the poem was written for this. Good write Chic

  • Poetic Licence

    I hope they were a safe distance from tigger those tiny plovers!!!, very enjoyable



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