Kick me, all that kept circling through my stupid head was Mr. Bloom.
(sonnet #whocareswhatbynow)
Orlando stopped, diverted, all from thence
To shake my hand, to introduce t'avail
Himself; and I was caught off guard, in frail
Reply but able to return his greeting, sense
Forgetting twas, erm, an exchange, til hence
How fix that dreadful error? Was that detail
No matter, or? Try to apol'gize, hail
Him with excuses, and I've no defense.
His bland look says it all; his coldness pure
And clearly swears I blew it, like I knew
I did. Ahem. Guess I'll be glad as twere
That we but rarely have the chance tae do
Sich things. I'm far too dull, I guess. Bestir
Thyself, redeem me, LORD. I wait for You.
23Feb26b
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 10:49 PM UTC
Kick me, all that kept circling through my stupid head was Mr. Bloom.
(sonnet #whocareswhatbynow)
Orlando stopped, diverted, all from thence
To shake my hand, to introduce t'avail
Himself; and I was caught off guard, in frail
Reply but able to return his greeting, sense
Forgetting twas, erm, an exchange, til hence
How fix that dreadful error? Was that detail
No matter, or? Try to apol'gize, hail
Him with excuses, and I've no defense.
His bland look says it all; his coldness pure
And clearly swears I blew it, like I knew
I did. Ahem. Guess I'll be glad as twere
That we but rarely have the chance tae do
Sich things. I'm far too dull, I guess. Bestir
Thyself, redeem me, LORD. I wait for You.
23Feb26b
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