Enjoy?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLXXI)
How can it be, and wherefore sans aught bail,
Just little me? None other'd 'bide fr'intents
And freeze, nor could I warm til, in defense
A very hot showr ransomed me t'avail,
Chilled to the core as if twas that detail
Deemed perfect, eh? I'm not e'en skinny, whence
Oh, what explains the tale, where for mere cents
I froze to death for twenty hours, too frail.
Tis known that pregnant women have as twere
Odd app'tite urges at strange times--is't true
Thet only pregnant women do? Is't poor
That freezing for eight hours, I ate all through
My lunch and starved? Nigh midnight, I'd bestir
Lo, hot dawgs by desire. Twas too good too.
07Jan25a
Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 1:40 AM UTC
Enjoy?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLXXI)
How can it be, and wherefore sans aught bail,
Just little me? None other'd 'bide fr'intents
And freeze, nor could I warm til, in defense
A very hot showr ransomed me t'avail,
Chilled to the core as if twas that detail
Deemed perfect, eh? I'm not e'en skinny, whence
Oh, what explains the tale, where for mere cents
I froze to death for twenty hours, too frail.
Tis known that pregnant women have as twere
Odd app'tite urges at strange times--is't true
Thet only pregnant women do? Is't poor
That freezing for eight hours, I ate all through
My lunch and starved? Nigh midnight, I'd bestir
Lo, hot dawgs by desire. Twas too good too.
07Jan25a
Those were some of the tastiest hot dawgs I've had in ages, too.
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