Cuz I'm not telling, I guess.
Please Don't Ask Me What Day Tis
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXLIII)
Lo, back 'fore sevn, all up, ah which detail?
For he's been up all night like I have, whence?
Oh, he'll be shot likewise, and is. Change thence,
Relieve him of the kitchen duties; they'll
Be patient 'bout fresh food and water, hail
Me with meows once all's washed, and fr'intents
Eat happ'ly now it's served, 'cept what? Defense
Mayhap now I am home is cream t'avail.
Have I taught them I'm all 'bout partying, poor
As crazy notions? I'm so tired, him too,
Til how we both crash shortly, and in tour
All settles down as we both nap, the two
At length themselves 'non slumb'ring. Stir
Me fin'lly afternoon, LORD, I thank You.
17Aug25a
I'm NOT, I swear....that marbled ice in February still is too recent.
Tell Winter I'm NOT Ready
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXLIV)
NO plaintive calls beyond the bathroom's sense
Of closure, yet dare ope the door t'avail
Me of the washing 'chine, and Peter'd hail,
In patience waiting just outside fr'intents,
But I'm UNclothed. Out, in the bedroom, hence
How Tigger joins me, climbing which detail?
The bureau all my earrings, jew'lry's tale
And sundries on now her turf, what falls thence?
Why is't a snowflake earring?! Winter'd stir
Before I'm ready?! Driving home, rain too
Much, and quite heavy, jolted me as twere,
Sense answ'ring, "Winter's coming" ere I knew,
Come, why'd encrouch?! This earring now in tour
Reminds me 'gain, but why?! LORD, I need You.
17Aug25b
Don't deny it.
You Know What I Mean?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXLV)
IKEA floats above the treetops, hale
In half yer dreams, the tollway for intents
Just down below, and all beyond from thence
My travels, likeas window shopping, bail
Not e'en a thought yet 'long my daily trail
Like some grand dream that I forget, defense
Not mine but others', as I scorn pretense
For half a second, where, what shall avail?
Wait for the light to turn from red in tour
To green, the intersection huge, not two
But three lanes on all four sides as what'd stir?
A yellow butterfly flits 'cross my view,
As if to call my soul from here as twere,
To where I see beyond, LORD, unto You.
17Aug25c
You've just GOT to try it, no?
Plump, Sweet Halves of Strawberry
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXLVI)
Panera's Summer off'rings with a sense
Of old Italia, strawb'rry basil'd hail
As if lo, Starbucks' flavour combos hale
In goodness shall be matched without pretense.
They've got a salad not unlike fr'intents
'Loved antipasto, steak-and-mozz' detail
Now in a sandwich til, how not avail?
Why only buy the drink, like what? or whence?
The flavour of fresh strawb'rries in as twere
A sip, oh! what a lux'ry. I ne'er knew
You could have that in just a trice, is't poor?
So balance off the sweetness, fresca too
Much sometimes, pomegranate sans in tour
My own mix, and oh LORD, I wait for You.
17Aug25d
Ah, me.
Where Early Evening's Soft and Golden
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXLVII)
Both shot, I never asked of him t'avail
Me of a choice, and Cheer'os breakfast thence,
How Tigger sips my milk like's hers from hence,
Whilst my banana, ornge and apple they'll
Ignore, the glass of MIlo's that detail
I'll not exactly serve lest they drink't, whence
Shall I now sleep the faster for intents?
I guess we both do, sheer fatigue our bail.
When I am up, how Robert drops by fer
A chance at salads, wrap chix sandwich too,
And three at that, til we are set as twere
For lunch without a second thought. Who knew?
With salad dressing too, what need we? Stir
Us to rejoice in Thee, for all's of You.
17Aug25e
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Another set of sonnets set in the home environment with all that the palate could desire
Exactly, Missy…those strawberry and basil lines stayed with me...in fact, my tummy is rumbling. Love your sonnets, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you, thank you thank you!
You are most welcome! 🙂
Well written, so much going on and so little time,
Aww, you are too kind! Thank you very much!
You have darn near assuaged all my needs Missy .. I submit & prostate myself before thee .. I am indeed overcome & truly sated .. when my bodily fluids are replenished mark my words, I shall cum back for seconds 😎💛👍
Oh you're too sweet! Thank you thank you so very much!
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