Okay, well....[typing THIS was next to impossible as I couldn't stop laughing.]
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCLXXII)
Late morning I'm too tired for aught the trail
Has left; how shall I e'en drive home from hence?
Excite me til, in sheer fatigue, I thence
Erm, babble, and I am awake nor frail,
But saddled with a headache sans aught bail.
Had I much time left in the day fr'intents?
Erase those plans and drive, drive, drive like whence
Could own a brighter day by that detail.
If Grandma Bottle rummaged madly fer
Us through the bag known as her satchel, to
Be like her was the thing, whence I bestir
A mess cuz I am NOT awake as due,
But trying to be yes, relevant in poor
Reply, while they all laugh. LORD, I need You.
25Nov25a
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 4:18 AM UTC
Okay, well....[typing THIS was next to impossible as I couldn't stop laughing.]
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCLXXII)
Late morning I'm too tired for aught the trail
Has left; how shall I e'en drive home from hence?
Excite me til, in sheer fatigue, I thence
Erm, babble, and I am awake nor frail,
But saddled with a headache sans aught bail.
Had I much time left in the day fr'intents?
Erase those plans and drive, drive, drive like whence
Could own a brighter day by that detail.
If Grandma Bottle rummaged madly fer
Us through the bag known as her satchel, to
Be like her was the thing, whence I bestir
A mess cuz I am NOT awake as due,
But trying to be yes, relevant in poor
Reply, while they all laugh. LORD, I need You.
25Nov25a
And 7 days later it was all a wash, like you had to know it would be. But the way it's rendered did make me laugh way too much.
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