...who coulda guessed?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCLI)


Quip "Happy May day!" to learn that detail
Of ribbons and a party 'round fr'intents
The maypole will not do e'en in pretense,
Cuz he was born in June.  Like to avail
Us of sich joys...?! or was there more in frail
Excuse that I'd miss where he'd answer thence
So oddly? Shall we ever meet 'gain? whence
Shelve this til later, and then whither's bail?
Rain falls in torrents like the storm in tour
Would shut aught down, yet nothing flickers through
Its rampage. Drive home as it lingers, stir
Both cleaning and our breakfast til maunt do
And I yield up to napping; maint'nence cure
All problems til what's left is to seek You.

01May25a