...do you? If I didn't love dogs so much it wouldn't bug me as much.
Ye Don't Believe I Love Both
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCVII)
So breakfast huge, I've half left with, t'avail,
A sleeping Tigger in my lap for sense,
My paper badly wrinkled from what thence
Is called "rambunctious," their mad play's detail
Half halted when they did it, though in frail
'Scuse we know it was on purpose, whence?
If dogs were not so rude, spite cuteness hence,
They'd be a choice to mull, yet they've no bail.
Oh sure, there's kitty litter, cat toys too
All over now, and we must clean up fer
The umpteenth time their antics' freighted tour
Of this apartment, but they're not rude. Who
Will hear me, though? They suss our moods as twere
And are too sweet. LORD, save us now, won't You?
06Aug25a
What is curious is we were home the entire time and heard nothing whatsoever.
I Guess They're Having A Party Somewhere
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCVIII)
Five eggs, a big bunch scallions with from hence
A cup of shredded pepper jack t'avail,
On ciabatta toast, the spicy tale
Of breakfast hash, brioche toast thence
To tie it off, Canad'an bacon's sense
To boot, the scrambled scallions fine detail
Would quite suffice, but I guess we'll derail
Good sense and eat, whilst hoping for defense.
Try for Panera after noon--is't poor?
We've heard no sirens nor big boots pass through,
Yet dare I head out, yellow tape in tour
Bars where I usually drive, a cruiser too
Across my route, like, what on earth?! Bestir,
"Police line: do not cross." LORD, now where to?
06Aug25b
Indeed.
This Is Quite the Pretty Picnic
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCIX)
He sez that Peter's manhood 'gins t'avail
To man'fest lo, itself--and where'd defense
Go, eh?! My "kittens" in less than fr'intents
Two months are half mature, til which detail
Is cute now that he'd purr for me and hail
A bit of closeness Tigger grapples thence
For, like's a fight for my affection hence?!
What happened to the dreamy thought of bail?
So Peter claims my bed when I'm as twere
Half absent; Tigger fights him for that too?!
She seems to own my lap cuz he'd demur
Such closeness, yet I do not know. Where to?
They'll share the plate with their paté. Bestir
Fair share to no avail. LORD, we need You.
06Aug25c
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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The little tinkers causing havoc, enjoyed today's offerings, Thank You
Rather, thank you! You're too kind.
Just to say I love that contribution to the fushion, nicely done
Thank you!
Loving both to me represents your love of cats and food. A easy poem giving feelings of a peaceful sunny day
These three have your signature scrumptious-sonnet energy you do so well, Missy. The shifts from cats to breakfasts to police tape all feel like different snapshots from the same day! As you well know, I thoroughly enjoyed the ride, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐈
Bumpy though it was, I'm glad to hear you found it worth the reading. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!
Indeed, these sonnets were thoroughly enjoyed, my friend. Not bumpy, for me, at all. You are most welcome.
I can't leave this page without first confessing the following .. You always make me salivate Missy .. now that aint talkin dirty .. it's just how it is ..
Yay! I just wish I could dish up this all to you instead of merely tempting you sweethearts. Thank you so very, very much!!!
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