I will, I will.
Um, When I Know, I'll Tell Who
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLXXVII)
Tell Monday to come back another frail
Day, cuz we're far too busy now for sense.
Rain's dear voice in the eaves likes defense,
And thunder rumbling ere we rose, t'avail,
I guess they'll use my toothbrush to detail
The bathroom floor, the rug too much fr'intents,
Yet would be quiet ere we rose, like, whence?
Our party Sunday night was all souls' bail?
Have we all settled in, routines as twere
Established til caprice shall ne'er more do
Up tricks to keep us on our toes in tour?
They're napping now as wont, where all we knew
Is like the years I maunt have back. Is't poor
I feel bereft? LORD, let us now seek You.
28Jul25a
No, definitely not.
Me Never Was A Grand Thing, Was I?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLXXVIII)
Fried eggs and "homestyle" bacon for good scents,
Turns out the kittens WILL eat bacon hale
In grease and tasty goodness, that detail
Left unresolved til now. The sink from hence,
Yes, bathroom sink, so cozy, that room thence
Too lovely, fruit-topped yogurt "cleaned" t'avail,
How Peter laps it on the toilet, frail
As porcelain thrones for less, secure fr'intents.
And I am learning cats hide things in tour,
The ancient fact lost like my sundries too
Long now. Their tails no bell ropes as it were,
Is my head not lost in the clouds, the view
Complacent as I see at last? Bestir
In us to seek Thy face, LORD, all of You.
28Jul25b
Well?
Now, Would You Call That "Girl Time"?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLXXIX)
Think I'll just rest ere third shift's cruel detail,
And Tigger joins me subtly, gently thence
So lightly like a feather, and from hence
She naps whilst I cannot. Oh, to avail
Me would be nice, yet sunny hours lack bail
For slumber. Neighbors have "fun," noisy, whence
Guess all else are quite free and own defense,
The calm, sheer silence here ours 'lone to hail.
Craft smoothies of last weekend's spinach fer
Some closure; freeze the strawb'rries I bought too;
And maybe next week we'll look at the poor
Half mangled ice cream bars. The yogurt to
Cream, lo, the smoothies a dessert, bestir
Plans later. LORD, redeem us, we wait You.
28Jul25c
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Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: So, how do I excuse myself? I give up. Enjoy?!
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Busy and tired a nap would be helpful. Don't forget the nourishment. Well penned Chic
Love it
Thank you very much, Tony!
You're welcome
Another manic day beautifully describe, have I read this wrong?, is Peter eating yogurt off the toilet? Enjoyed the reads
Well, my brother literally likes to serve Peter wherever the kitten happens to be, bringing the dish of whatever to that location, since Peter has a more timid personality. That particular day Peter was relaxing on the perpetually closed toilet, ergo, he was served the single- serving container right there, and when told, I espied him thus, most gratefully lapping it up on the closed toilet seat. Yes, I suppose I spoil everyone. Thanks for asking. I hope this clarified it?
Now thats butler service for you, enjoy the rest of your day
Tis indeed. You likewise
I enjoyed your read,
Thank you.
I thought this was gonna be about KP, partly anyway, with that tile: Me, me, me, .....! lol. Well, no one else exists in her mind.
Hahaha. Thanks!
Excuse me, you don't have to excuse yourself, you've earnt a good rest .. indeed you've earnt a bloomin fortnights holiday at the very least ..
Yay! Me thanks thee very much!!! Besides, you are forever way too kind and fun. Thank you so very much!!!
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