I'll let you know some other day.
When WAS There Down Time 'Gain?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDXLVIII)
Oh sleep! dear slumber, Peter joined me thence
Was it? I never knew, methinks. Avail
Me of my cellphone, and I must to scale
Call back my man'ger. That done, pancakes hence
At last, as I've now wanted in defense,
And where does time go? JetBrite would detail
The first one hundred members through with bail:
A mini fan. And rain is forecast, whence?
I hafta work oernight 'gain, is that poor?
Just one night's sleep and ugh. The fan's cute, to
Be plugged in...to your cellphone. And bestir
The new food for the kittens: they will chew
That up like's halfway good. Oh LORD, in Your
Light we see light, let us anon seek You.
19Jul25
...from 1300-1600?
I Guess It Did Rain When I Slept
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDXLIX)
Not rain likeas I've yearned to have, and bail
For cozy hours, with that voice patt'ring thence
Through long grey minutes with a mournful sense,
But thunder and brief downpour to avail
The forecast, yet how lovely tis! Detail
These grey, unnumbered moments like's defense
Although I'm not home, have been up from hence
All night, and dearly need sleep, lest I fail.
Pack up my car whil't patters, where in tour,
Once home, tis dry. Put on the kettle, brew
A pot of Barry's; clean their bowls; is't poor
They like the new dry food, or's just cuz new?
Serve Quaker oat squares and they lap as twere
Like tis their own, our milk. LORD, we wait You.
20Jul25a
...an ordeal again?!
Just When Did Showering Become
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLI)
They'd beat me to the bathroom when I'd hail
A showr, yes played and played til I from thence
Gave up and walked off. They slunk out, a sense
Of what they'd done afoot, yet raced in frail
Excuse back when I'd try afresh, and fail.
Wash breakfast dishes while I wait, defense
On their distraction pending, til he hence
Tells me to wing it. That at last'd avail.
He sez that Peter parked outside the door
And listend while I showr'd, but if that's true,
Why'd he play hooky all day after? Were
There sense, ah prithee, what ist? What's to do?
I never knew it'd be such games, is't poor?
Oh LORD, Thy mercies new each morn, where to?
20Jul25c
You know?
And So What's Left to Add?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDL)
How Autumn sifts through Summer hours like thence
T'would own that freighted fete ere what, it fail?
And we shall yield because tis so, bewail
Our losses, or deny them as pretense
Swears nothing's altered. Ev'ning's light from hence
Is peaceful where grey shadows swallow frail
Remains of what had been as aught detail
Just whispers of beyond, light fragile, whence?
They're howling of sheer heartbreak, whether her
Or him, else doling out fine lectures to
Help all live better lives; and mine are poor
Cuz they're my diary pages, nothing new
Yet not so old. Pink murmurs as't bestir
Romance in clouded blue skies. I need You.
20Jul25b
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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Hanging around bathroom doors, Peter is getting a bit worrying!!, enjoyed today's offering
He's becoming more free and exhibiting his personality, finally. Wait til I post the stunt they pulled off the other day recently, the entire fiasco was too good. Thank you so, so very much!!!
You should do your own reality show starring the fluffballs, enjoy the rest of your day
Having been told multiple times a couple years ago that I should have my own comedy show, I'll pass. Thank you, though, so very much. You're too kind.
You are very welcome
Work and rain two strikes waiting for the third. A wonderful write Chic
Another solid set, Missy. The details hit close to home...the pull between routine and interruption, rest and responsibility. Well done on these. 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you, kindly.
Sounds to me like Peter might be a bit pervy .. I knows a good hit man who owes me a favour should ya ever need one .. devilishly delicious Missy .. I feel a bit like Oliver today begging for more .. Neville
He's a tomcat. Do I even yield to the temptation to try petting him, he bolts-- they ARE "rescue" kittens and it hasn't been 2 months yet. [Though, come to think of it, decades ago one of my brothers had a rather pervy parakeet who'd go over all funny every time my brother rubbed hand lotion into his skin.] I dunno, presently I find them both too amusing. Here, for your indulgence [yes, I told everyone I'm way too fat]: https://youtu.be/PO4C7vMblQk?si=ThlGUaKrQo5adJuK
Enjoy?! Thank you, thank you again, dear Neville.
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