#nationalpastryday
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCLXXVIII)
It's hashtag nash'nal pastry day, and hence
I've nary for th'indulgence? How avail
Us, eh? Come, look across the snowy tale
Of fields which Summer left behind to fence
The thought of yonder, and forget pretense.
These prairies call to mind the same detail
Erst wont to trim my days in youth, the trail
To now a rocky one whose joys made sense.
Dreams were but folly then, and now it tour
But net chagrin. Oh, for all that we knew!
If childhood let me be, or would as twere
Constrain me til adulthood, what'd it do?
The snowy fields half beckon, and bestir
Thoughts of the freedom I once knew. Where to?
09Dec25b
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 8:30 AM UTC
#nationalpastryday
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCLXXVIII)
It's hashtag nash'nal pastry day, and hence
I've nary for th'indulgence? How avail
Us, eh? Come, look across the snowy tale
Of fields which Summer left behind to fence
The thought of yonder, and forget pretense.
These prairies call to mind the same detail
Erst wont to trim my days in youth, the trail
To now a rocky one whose joys made sense.
Dreams were but folly then, and now it tour
But net chagrin. Oh, for all that we knew!
If childhood let me be, or would as twere
Constrain me til adulthood, what'd it do?
The snowy fields half beckon, and bestir
Thoughts of the freedom I once knew. Where to?
09Dec25b
Have mercy on me.
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