Stanley cups...what's the hype again???
Of Cups, Friends, and Sundries
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXV)
I never wanted Stanley cups to scale,
This Starbucks one more cuz a friend was thence
Excited, and we both splurged on pretense,
Have matching cups, and that will do for bail.
I guess. The knock-off one is cheesy, frail
As their new drink size and yes, the expense.
Panera's better priced and fits from hence,
The Stanley logo ancient Bab'lon's tale.
And butt'milk mine, I'll craft 'gain as it were
Those Danish doughnuts "aebleskivers," to
Enjoy for breakfast, frying up eggs in tour
For that while lo, the house goes crazy through
His chasing Peter. Melons' sweet's not poor
'Longside, though breakfast seems a joke. LORD, who?
09Aug25a
Peter resembles a fluffy stuffed animal.
Have You Ever--Nevermind, I Guess
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXVI)
Sans sleep and tired, too tired to think fr'intents,
I know you NEVER grab a cat's erm, tail,
But--. I was just trying to pin Peter, frail
As such excuses, down. Of course, what thence
Um followed was not nice. At least from hence
His collar cannot throttle him. Was't bail
I chopped it off with scissors to avail
Us fin'lly of what might be called defense?
And oh, I bought new collars for them too.
The vet demands hard carr'ers, and in tour
One each, so guess I maunt avoid, demur
Nor fail to do so. Come, my furry boo
Is wild, but we must do this as it were.
Oh LORD, have mercy on us, we need You.
09Aug25b
...no, not this time anyway.
It's NOT Pin the Tail on the Donkey
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXVII)
He tore the place down just to catch in frail
Reply a cat, erm, Peter, like pretense
Was not on top lo, anymore, fr'intents;
And hissed and growled back at him to avail,
Whiles I threw up my hands...and grabbed his tail.
(By acc'dent, I'll assure you--it was thence
Too handy, for a second--til defense
Was on the cat's side, me left to bewail.)
We're having fun, I'm certain. What is poor
Is ign'ranc. I'd not take the wild squirrel who
Loved oh, my plant pots in, thus wherefore her
And Peter, who are feral? Why these two?
And Peter, who are feral? Why these two?
Oh, I paid prett'ly for them too. Bestir
Good sense, and what is that?! LORD, we thank You.
09Aug25c
Don't answer.
Where I Forgot to What?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXVIII)
Yes, off at six and crafting breakfast thence,
Called in for lo, tonight, ah, which detal?
Wrap sandwich split for lunch, chopped salad's tale
Mine to enjoy as well, give him from hence
Beans, chips, cheese and yogurt likeas in defense
For dinner, whilst refried beans mine t'avail,
With guac and chips, I am too tired for bail,
These distant hills and Autumn sans words, whence?
I'll look, but do not let me dream as twere,
Besides, it's way too hot. I see the view
Yet am not moved for sheer fatigue, is't poor?
Oh, this is how the seasons pass--let blue
Heavns reign til twilight steals all in a tour
Of blackest night, moon yellow. LORD, where to?
09Aug25d
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: August 16th, 2025 10:33
- Comment from author about the poem: Funny, eh? Enjoy.
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