[Oh I get it...looking innocent always did look like the Cheshire Cat.]
...like, mean? or look like? I'm guessing it looks like my tomcat.
What, Exactly, Does "Looking Innocent"...?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLV)
Her cherry-scented bath set is, sans bail,
No more. While he was sleeping and I thence
Was still half drugged with sleep, was't Peter's sense
Which knocked the bodywash and lotion's tale
Off from the tub's edge, leaving one t'avail
Down in the tub, the other batted whence
Nor I, nor he, can find? Though Tigger hence
Seems motions at bagged onions, it'd yet fail
To show up when we look. Which part is poor?
We've argued oer that since I show'rd and knew
Thereby the lotion's GONE. Naught we bestir
Reveals the bottle they've now hid unto
Which day or hour? What shall we do? What were
My faults that now it's lost? LORD, we need You.
22Jul25a
Goat cheese in lieu of Brie or Camembert is grand indeed.
Believe Me, It Was Truly Awesome
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLVI)
The monster teapot for our brew as hence
We'll need the usual one tomorrow, hail
At long last whiffs of steam likeas t'avail
In sheer ascent, and munch on shortbread thence;
First cuppa done, try next a wild one, scents
Asleep, yes, garlic goat cheese with my tale
Of Barry's, and tis oh! Too good. On that detail
I shall ascend myself, as if, fr'intents.
Mull lines on garlic goat cheese for as twere
Today's write, and get porridge going too;
The turkey bacon "fried," one egg looks poor,
So I'll have vin'gar with that, lest it "do
Me in." Put kidney beans on, fin'lly. Stir
Hope in the LORD, my soul. LORD we wait You.
22Jul25b
Not after a good sleep last night.
At Least I Don't Look Like Death Warmed Oer
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLVII)
Browse Instagram cuz I am BORED to scale,
The list of puppies endless for intents,
(I told her why dogs are disgusting, whence
They try to force a change of mind in frail
Excuse, where I love dogs and cats t'avail)
Baked yummies fill my feed sans any scents
To steal my soul, and happy people hence
Upon their vacay, where I e'er lack bail.
I'm having fun, and I am happy too,
Despite the fact no decent guy in tour
Dares court me, and I thought that marriage knew
I wanted its yoke round my neck as twere
For life. O, I forgot my life's oer. Poor
As folly, LORD, redeem me now, won't You?
22Jul25c
Before I knew to ask...
If I Could Have Asked--
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLVIII)
Ere that the sun sets, whilst in splendour thence
It blinds me, gold splashed 'cross the lake's detail
Blue from these heavns which seem half pure t'avail,
As geese like lambs now rest down in fr'intents
The valley, calm pervades as if all hence
Are gone inside and oh! Let me inhale
Now I am free to breathe, yea lose me, frail
As aught 'scuse in the ev'ning's peace til whence?
Bach's "Sheep May Safely Graze" like balm in tour
Unto my soul, like sent from Thee, LORD, to
Thus put my feet on solid ground as twere
And leave the turmoil far behind, this view
Seems like a gift as well, as if'd bestir
The rest and vacay I'd begged for, from You.
22Jul25d
[the bottle of lotion was wedged under the loofah bath mat..right where it landed]
Tied Up Neatly By Is't Sundown?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLIX)
Fresh refried beans a sheer indulgence, hail
The crafting of our dinner by, fr'intents
Myself. Why e'en the blue chips are from hence
Delicious! Snack on those and beans t'avail
Like all is such a treat in aught detail,
And psuedo flan is yummy too from thence,
Yes, like the thing itself, a fav'rite, whence
Tis all the more half fun, which Tigger'd trail.
He sez she's making quite a mess in tour
Of lo, the room, by flicking flan anew
All oer. And oh, the body lotion. Poor
As foolish grand suggestions, no, the two
Can't bat the bottle...anywhere. Bestir
In us to sing Thy praise, LORD, all of You.
22Jul25e
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So is Peter smelling nice now, the 22nd was a very busy day indeed!!, enjoyed today's offerings
Well, they thankfully failed to do more than bump the bath set bottles here and there, which is a mercy. I guess the little fellow smells sweetly enough, thank you. And thank you so very much for your kindness!
You are very welcome
Each one o these little beauties is brimming over with a joyous bubblingness .. like a stupendous stew or a hearty and flavoursome casserole .. I am in awe of your prolificsciousness Missy and know no one else who can devise these sonnity things in such abundance or so well .. I'm betting even the great Bard would be in awe too .. and I have no hesitation whatsoever in adding that sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLV is an absolute peach ... Neville
Aww, you're far too generous and kind, dear Sir. Thank you so very much!
Love it
Thank you!
You're welcome
The poem revolves around the mundane yet complex aspects of daily life, capturing moments of frustration, joy, and introspection. The poet reflects on simple activities like bathing, cooking, and browsing social media while grappling with deeper existential thoughts and the longing for divine support. The subject matter encompasses the humorous and sometimes chaotic aspects of domestic life, relationship dynamics, and the pursuit of peace amidst everyday challenges.
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Why do people try to look innocent? Either you are or you are not. We all wear a mask. Death warmed over is not bad I like leftovers rewarmed, somethings are better the next day. Another set of most interesting reads
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