We are.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXC)
Rye toast, eggs, bacon, naught else for intents
Save guac for me, and raspb'rry jam t'avail
Him, breakfast fairly light, it's that detail
Of bacon and the cats which begs defense,
Since they did steal his brie(where I'd sans sense
Left it out with his cuppa tea sans bail
To showr) and he was not too happy, they'll
Be scanted as I covered his food. Whence?
They won't touch mine. So he must as it were
Give me dear Peter's sob tale til I rue
What? Eat but half my bacon, then give her
None, just to Peter. He then gives his too,
And gives his other slice to Tigger. Poor
As nary bacon, LORD, how I thank You.
29Aug25b
Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 11:53 PM UTC
We are.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXC)
Rye toast, eggs, bacon, naught else for intents
Save guac for me, and raspb'rry jam t'avail
Him, breakfast fairly light, it's that detail
Of bacon and the cats which begs defense,
Since they did steal his brie(where I'd sans sense
Left it out with his cuppa tea sans bail
To showr) and he was not too happy, they'll
Be scanted as I covered his food. Whence?
They won't touch mine. So he must as it were
Give me dear Peter's sob tale til I rue
What? Eat but half my bacon, then give her
None, just to Peter. He then gives his too,
And gives his other slice to Tigger. Poor
As nary bacon, LORD, how I thank You.
29Aug25b
Don't look at me.
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