I think I do.
Of Barry's, Brioche, and Then...
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXIII)
Oh! put the kettle on for Barry's, they'll
Be dashing 'bout and craz'ly too fr'intents,
And he's up early is't? Let Summer's sense
Win, we'll craft shortbread where seems t'would avail
To heat the ovn, so Babybel to scale
In lieu of Brie as they wreak havoc hence
By playful bouncing off the walls to fence
The time ere breakfast, where tis which detail?
Brioche bread for French toast, eggs scrambled for
All that whithin the breakfast hash anew,
Canad'an bacon piled on top, grapes tour
Upon the side, where groc'ry shopping to
Be certain is not much. How Tigger'd stir
Herself to nap on me. LORD, we wait You.
08Aug25a
...NOT.
HaHa, I'm Brilliant on Third Shift
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXIV)
Roll Woodman's 'cross yer tongue to ask why thence
I'm four hours later than intended? Frail
As dearest hopes and plans, that detail
Of how to capture both the kittens hence
In less than one week more, as if defense
Is flown. I must leave with them sans avail
By half past six on Thursday. Where is bail?
At Woodman's in the afternoon, ah whence?
Bulk canned food in adults, come is it poor?
They're nigh that, kitten canned food gone unto
The dogs, which litter's best? Reduced in tour
Is naught or, buttermilk for 'skivers--ooh!
There's no chopped salads, cukes bagged I'll take fer
Who knows what, LORD, Thy mercies ever new.
08Aug25b
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: August 15th, 2025 11:19
- Comment from author about the poem: Today, thanks to alarms the fire station responded to, I had to microwave the water for Barry's...it wasn't as good. Enjoy?!
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