...well, I neglected to stir the refried beans as I wrote this...
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCXLII)
Snow flurries past the window for a sense
Of what's beyond these bathroom tiles in pale
Morn's eye, where lo, in lieu of dawn, a veil
As twere of white tricks out the cracks from hence
Likeas some veins filled 'gainst um, surgry, whence
Aught thinnest fissure stands out in betrayl
Now I've a chance to take one look t'avail,
We'd see our breath if we exhale, fr'intents.
If cleaning house ere any rose as twere
Was worth the effort, we'll play dolls anew
"Fore breakfast, cuz a Saturday is fer
O, sleeping-in for her, and fun to do
This opportun'ty good. And coffee. Stir
Me to make toast while sipping Daddy's brew.
02Mar19
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 9:50 PM UTC
...well, I neglected to stir the refried beans as I wrote this...
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCXLII)
Snow flurries past the window for a sense
Of what's beyond these bathroom tiles in pale
Morn's eye, where lo, in lieu of dawn, a veil
As twere of white tricks out the cracks from hence
Likeas some veins filled 'gainst um, surgry, whence
Aught thinnest fissure stands out in betrayl
Now I've a chance to take one look t'avail,
We'd see our breath if we exhale, fr'intents.
If cleaning house ere any rose as twere
Was worth the effort, we'll play dolls anew
"Fore breakfast, cuz a Saturday is fer
O, sleeping-in for her, and fun to do
This opportun'ty good. And coffee. Stir
Me to make toast while sipping Daddy's brew.
02Mar19
My la! am I allowed to howl about how long it took to type these up? hahaha.
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