Really? Chopped Liver, Eh?!

Cheeky Missy



But of course.
 
Yes, All On a Tuesday Morning
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDXXXVII)
 
 
In bed, at last, three hours ere sunrise, frail
And feeling ill by morning, Tigger thence
With Peter keeping quiet, checking hence
From time to time my progress, which detail?
I split my half-n-half with them t'avail
'Fore bedding down, and they've had that for sense
Ere I am up late. Craft our breakfast, whence
Once served, how they each help themselves to scale.
Canadian bacon not their style as twere,
Each takes a slice of turkey bacon to
Munch on from his plate, mind ye, til in tour
He howls to me oer lacking food anew,
My yoghurt what they'd lick ere I bestir
A showr, then my plate's theirs. LORD, I thank You.
 
15Jul25a
 
You know?
 
At Least It's Not Chopped Liver
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDXXXVIII)
 
 
He does not like the salad kits fr'intents,
Chopped pieces of whatever that detail
Which he's disgusted by. Thus I'll avail
Me of the last, the ease of that defense
In these cramped hours of little sleep where sense
Plays hooky like a mercy and sheer bail.
I wanna craft a salad of the tale
Of greens whenas I've time, if only hence.
What was today? Tis well-nigh oer in tour.
And I feel left behind. Oh, what's to do?
I glugged tea-lem'nade to revive me fer
All that how few hours 'go? Yes, coffee too
With cream, yet I'm fatigued. I miss as twere
The kittens. LORD, return anon, won't You?
 
15Jul25b
 
Methinks some truly do.
 
You Want to Put A Cap on That?
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDXL)
 
 
Ah, golden ev'ning, shadows flirt with whence,
All cast in sheer relief til aught detail
Seems like an image art decks out t'avail,
The thought of yonder and of wealth, its sense
Not off by any means, cept it seems hence
Mine to enjoy from here, yet have I bail?
Watch shadows laz'ly grow, the subtle trail
To ev'ning full with Summer's joys fr'intents.
A package I'd failed to retrieve in poor
'Scuse Monday shall be left til Wednesday through
My failure now, unless I thus detour,
Get that, and somehow takes an hour to do
All ere I'm home, where Peter joins with her
In wanting canned food. Say, LORD, we thank You.
 
15Jul25c
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  • sorenbarrett

    I'll take the Canadian bacon but no chopped liver please. Another fun read

  • Poetic Licence

    I'm with Soren, no chopped liver that's Tigger food!!, enjoyed the reads

    • Cheeky Missy

      My mother seemed to always be either pregnant or nursing, or both all my growing up, and liver was a dinner staple too many years running. While I do love, yes love, liver sausage sandwiches, I could never eat actual liver at dinner without gagging it back up. Yes, you'll both be spared, and I'll take a liverwurst sandwich. Thank you again!

      • Poetic Licence

        I'm glad to hear that, and you are very welcome

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        Are you sure you didn't mean ewww instead of eh!? in the title? 🤣 All jokes aside, Missy, you’ve crafted another trio of life-as-verse...filled to the brim with honesty and small sacredness. The details of morning, kittens, bacon, weariness, whispered thanks… it’s all there as you do so well.. And the refrain...LORD, we thank You...feels like the heartbeat underneath it all. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹👏

        • Cheeky Missy

          I actually did intend "eh?" although "ew" seems like it would work as well, my attempts at nonchalance, as ever, on the table. Thank you, thank you, thank you for your kind commentary!

        • Friendship

          Nicely said. I must be crazy, but I love liver. I enjoy your poem.

          • Cheeky Missy

            Lemme guess... with onions? That's how Mom served it for dinner, only I couldn't avoid gagging. But I'm now dying for a liverwurst sandwich, and all this crazy discussion because of that flick Charade. Have a lovely day.

            • Friendship

              It's funny you said that, because after reading your poem, I had a liverwurst sandwich with butter on a Kaiser roll for lunch,

              • Cheeky Missy

                Yummy! If only we lived closer we could enjoy lunch together.

              • Neville



                Oh' mistress missy .. You are a marvel when it comes to sonnets & making me salivate .. although I must put my foot down with a firm hand at the mere mention of liver .. once not long ago it featured amongst my favourite offal .. but since my own was near carved up not too long ago, I have clear lost the taste for it .. but write on regardless ... Neville

                • Cheeky Missy

                  Well, the discussions which have reared their heads since posting this have made me begin to salivate myself for a good liver sausage sandwich, whence I put it on my grocery list. Thank you so, so very much! I'm so happy to see you on this forum again.



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