Haha on me.


(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCXLI)


The year is wending out, and how I fail
As wont at noting every last joy, whence
How shall I ransom what remains ere thence
Tis Jan'ry once again? The leaves sans bail
Are dropping, and in piles, whilst I avail
Me of the sights, as red late winks, suspense
Too sneaky and 'neath wraps still where pretense
Swears this shall never end, 'spite aught detail.
I drive past yellow sans a notice, poor
Though being sae blind, these hours with warmth t'undo
The thought of woolen plaids, I lapse as twere
And don my Summer clothes as freighted blue
Skies 'scape my glance, shorts all 'round. Oh bestir
Me now, and LORD, please make me ready too.

15Sep25c