...like that's okay?!



(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLXXXVII)


Put on the kettle and sip Barry's, frail
Though I feel, heartened by that cuppa, whence,
Wash up all last night's dishes, to craft hence
Our breakfast, which he seems to think t'avail
Is my job, porridge, bacon, omelet bail
With roasted, fresh potatoes, showring thence
As if's not late, yet's noon, a friend fr'intents
Oer ere I realize or am dressed--I fail?
Plan crafting reubens for our lunch, and fer
All of our chatter, how Thou grants that too,
Oh LORD. Run off to work whileas in tour
They lunch and talk, filled with the happy view
Of that dear sight. And if the hours drag, stir
In me to seek Thy face, LORD, all of You.

13Jan25b