Don't give me that look.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMM...!)
Mum told me many years 'go like for sense,
"Yer colour's pink." Once on my own to scale,
I found the Mean Girls tee, which blazed the trail
To now where ev'ryone wears pink. Twas, fr'intents
My challenge on the job for Wensdays, whence
Behold it on all sides, as if tis bail.
How I just watch the world explode, and fail
At being the star, whileas they strut from hence.
Do things go south at work, or take as twere
A dip because it's Friday?! My feet knew
Far better days in youth. And robins tour
Until the goldfinch leave. What shall I do?
When DID I write the groc'ry list?! Tis poor
Or what? A pizza party late--of You?
08May26b
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 11:39 AM UTC
Don't give me that look.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMM...!)
Mum told me many years 'go like for sense,
"Yer colour's pink." Once on my own to scale,
I found the Mean Girls tee, which blazed the trail
To now where ev'ryone wears pink. Twas, fr'intents
My challenge on the job for Wensdays, whence
Behold it on all sides, as if tis bail.
How I just watch the world explode, and fail
At being the star, whileas they strut from hence.
Do things go south at work, or take as twere
A dip because it's Friday?! My feet knew
Far better days in youth. And robins tour
Until the goldfinch leave. What shall I do?
When DID I write the groc'ry list?! Tis poor
Or what? A pizza party late--of You?
08May26b
Friday night was always the perfect time for a pizza party, but of course. Try on-the-run for style.
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