Ahem.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCLIV)
Come, tis November. Scarlet is from hence
The theme, that little sweater dress' detail
Quite apropos where I've ne time t'avail
Me of an outfit, perfect sans aught thence
Save tall boots, and pink earmuffs, thin defense
As living is the usual train wreck they'll
Assure you is my style, oh! Have I bail?
Don't answer. Give me eggnog for pretense.
How very brilliant afternoon is, fer
All we have sloughed through ere now, heavns sae blue,
The sun nigh roasting me alive, is't poor?
Let shadows draw up hopscotch like t'will do,
Where freezing temps cull hoarfrost to innure
The feeble. LORD, deliver us, won't You?
10Nov25b
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 12:14 PM UTC
Ahem.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCLIV)
Come, tis November. Scarlet is from hence
The theme, that little sweater dress' detail
Quite apropos where I've ne time t'avail
Me of an outfit, perfect sans aught thence
Save tall boots, and pink earmuffs, thin defense
As living is the usual train wreck they'll
Assure you is my style, oh! Have I bail?
Don't answer. Give me eggnog for pretense.
How very brilliant afternoon is, fer
All we have sloughed through ere now, heavns sae blue,
The sun nigh roasting me alive, is't poor?
Let shadows draw up hopscotch like t'will do,
Where freezing temps cull hoarfrost to innure
The feeble. LORD, deliver us, won't You?
10Nov25b
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