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 within 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) (
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- 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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Oh dear tradegy with Barry's, thank you for the reads, enjoyed
Thank you for being so sweet!!! I never knew how to microwave any foods or drinks but am suddenly forced to live a life my best friend considers passé. Funny, I guess. Thank you again so much!
You are very welcome, I don't have a microwave, I hate them. The next proper cup will taste out of this world.
I hate the devices too, was raised to despise yet utilize them, and spot on with the cuppa.
I have worked third shift before and it is my least favorite of all the shifts. Another fun read
I enjoy the read, I can't even microwave a baked Potato. You need to write a book.
Hahaha! Funny, you literally pulled me up short with your note regarding the microwave and a baked potato, because my best friend tries to cook all, and I mean ALL her dishes in the microwave, if possible, potatoes included. My late mother avoided the device like the plague whence I'm rather on the fence since my late father liked the resource, and I can't shake the stigma attached, nor appreciate any foods cooked in it. As for writing a book, it'd be fun, but the general appetite wouldn't tolerate it. Thank you so very, very much!!!
You had me at Bricohe! Love it! LOL! Loved these sonnets too, my dear friend! Hope your day was as awesome as you! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Aww, you're too kind. Thank you so very much!
You are welcome, my friend!
Whimsical and richly domestic, these paired sonnets stitch together the bustle of breakfasts, grocery runs, and kitten mayhem with a thread of wry self-awareness. Everyday minutiae; brioche for French toast, Babybel in place of Brie, last‑minute shopping lists, become moments of intimate texture, lightened by playful chaos. Beneath it all is a quiet gratitude, the closing lines turning mundane errands into small mercies noticed and kept. And a callback to Babybel days, what more is there!
Aww, you're entirely too kind! Thank you so very, very much!!!!
You are clearly spending too long at the work face Missy I hope the overtime rate is payin da bills and that very soon you will be able to take a well deserved vacation .. Poor Barry not keen on baybe bell but love brie nearly as much as camembert .. write on Missy
Thinkest thou so, eh? Frankly it's the hours themselves which are killing me quite literally: third shift. I've actually insufficient hours to pay the bills. Camambert, eh? That's an excellent swap, but I'd none on hand, just the babybel. Thank you so very, very much!!!
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