Yes?



(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCXXIV)


Seems ice cream would be grand, a cake from hence
Thick frosted too, my breakfast lying sans bail
Neglected, eggs and bacon, hoummus stale,
Where how the cats are napping in defense.
Did movies leave me dull? My porridge' sense
Of good food quite dispensed with, how avail
Me now? Lo, cheese and pasta haunted frail
Hopes ere: are noodles fuel for ole pretense?
Velveeta winks at me, the noodles fer
'Loved mac and cheese 'longside. Talk of this cue
With Cynthya til mere talk'd suffice. We were
Not set on any choice. Roast beef might woo
'Cept I am on the fence. While she'd bestir
Lo, tater tots, LORD, what shall we 'non do?

09Sep25b