I seriously do.
I Prefer Balls of Yarn to THIS
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCLIV)
My "weekend's" oer, despite the fact I've hence
How many hours until oernight'd derail
The thought of better? Come now, which detail?
I moved their food and water bowls like thence
That'd mend the problem, since he'd drag fr'intents
Their bowls into the walkway, will't avail?
Folk swear e'en trays and fountains have no bail.
I can't afford this crazy new expense.
My brother sez to bolt or tether fer
All that their bowls down, but that will not do.
Weigh all down with a cookie sheet in tour,
Then pin the towel with heavy stuff. Dare to
Hope for the upper hand, nor think as twere.
Thy mercies new each dawn, LORD, I need You.
20Aug25a
I do.
I Forgot How I Thought to Lose This
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCLV)
I told her frankly that I'm fat sans bail,
Nor seem to manage losing weight, til hence
I'll have my Starbucks drink sans sugar, whence
She'll give me strangely Dad's old line to scale:
"Eat smaller portions; stay away t'avail
From sug'ry foods--" t'assure me like's defense:
"You don't look fat." Oh, pretty, vain pretense!
She's skinny like I used to be; I fail.
I'm fifty and she's barely twenty; were
There hope, it's in her youth. For lo, I too
Could wear petit (though I ne'er was in tour),
And was a slender sight to see, ere through
My vain attempts to fix my boobs I'd stir
Me to get fat, to learn I maunt buck You.
20Aug25b
So there.
Meow Mix Is For Other Cats
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCLVI)
Cats others show off like small spaces, whence
I've been amused ere now, forgetting they'll
Still like such things if they are mine, t'avail
Them of the cardboard tubes for my boots hence
Their joy, crushed paper also their toy thence,
Til, what was that again? I mean, detail
How Tigger loves my apron strings to scale,
Whose paw beneath the bathroom door for sense?
They beat me to the bedroom, or in tour
The bathroom, certain they know where I'm due,
And it's so sweet. Tis just their game as twere
To spill their water which is, yes, the two
Of them, not only him, that I in poor
'Scuse cannot bear. Oh LORD, we wait on You.
20Aug25c
oh, oh, oh!
I'm Here and I am Not
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCLVII)
Dear me. How Autumn's navy racks light'd fail
Before, are gone as blue skies sans fr'intents
A cloud reign, tempered warmth the rule for sense
In tow; tis Fall, and am I as sans bail
Erst wont, too busy to enjoy? t'avail
Me of its sweets ere's lost to Winter? Hence
Hark to the crickets fiddling through suspense
And hear the frogs in chorus in the vale.
I'm itching to don tights, plaid, wool as twere,
Yes, cardigans and sweaters, long sleeves too,
But I fear that's November. When in tour
I can bake 'gain, there's chicken, fish, a few
Boxed pizzas, stirfry, and the list I stir
Goes on. Give us to see Thy face, LORD: You.
20Aug25d
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 27th, 2025 10:11
- Comment from author about the poem: The fun never ends, we raised the stakes [today, but that's for later]. Enjoy.
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Comments5
Here we have another series of sonnets about daily travails and life in general. Well done
Tremendous.
Thank you.
Well-written, 'Welcome to my world.' The poem explores the complex relationship between body image, aging, and societal expectations regarding weight and beauty. It reflects on personal struggles with self-acceptance and the often misguided advice from others about body image. Most honest poem that hits home for me.
Thank you very much.
Nicely done, Missy. As you say, the fun never ends. Love it.
Yay! Thank you so very much!!!
Oh don't mention Autumn or Winter. Dreading it.
Having said that : Enjoyed.
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