M'hm.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMM...)
You'd hafta figure he prefers dogs, whence
My cats do not find favour to avail
Themselves nor me, with him. Shall I bewail?
He maunt be satisfied until fr'intents
I'm howling. Work together like's defense
Within the kitchen, and it's that detail
Of that dynamic which seems to prevail,
Though I still wonder wherefore, like for sense.
Go tell me of yer happy marriage fer
A blissful moment, how yer husband too
Is such a kindly fellow, where as twere
How many others howl oer being all through
This time: abused. When does it end? Is't poor?
Oh LORD, please ransom us. We wait for You.
26May26b
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 12:54 AM UTC
M'hm.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMM...)
You'd hafta figure he prefers dogs, whence
My cats do not find favour to avail
Themselves nor me, with him. Shall I bewail?
He maunt be satisfied until fr'intents
I'm howling. Work together like's defense
Within the kitchen, and it's that detail
Of that dynamic which seems to prevail,
Though I still wonder wherefore, like for sense.
Go tell me of yer happy marriage fer
A blissful moment, how yer husband too
Is such a kindly fellow, where as twere
How many others howl oer being all through
This time: abused. When does it end? Is't poor?
Oh LORD, please ransom us. We wait for You.
26May26b
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