Yes?



(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCXXIV)


Seems ice cream would be grand, a cake from hence
Thick frosted too, my breakfast lying sans bail
Neglected, eggs and bacon, hoummus stale,
Where how the cats are napping in defense.
Did movies leave me dull? My porridge' sense
Of good food quite dispensed with, how avail
Me now? Lo, cheese and pasta haunted frail
Hopes ere: are noodles fuel for ole pretense?
Velveeta winks at me, the noodles fer
'Loved mac and cheese 'longside. Talk of this cue
With Cynthya til mere talk'd suffice. We were
Not set on any choice. Roast beef might woo
'Cept I am on the fence. While she'd bestir
Lo, tater tots, LORD, what shall we 'non do?

09Sep25b

...kinda scary.



(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCXI)


Espresso's grand for shelving that detail
Known as fatigue, my mind without defense,
And by late morn, here, and in fragments, whence
Forget how to do aught, by half, as I fail.
Crawl home and call today done, left sans bail
Work oernight in tow. Oh sweet pretense!
Catnap how many hours? and oh! They thence
Are clam'ring for canned food til what'd avail?
It is so cold! Oh goodee!! Now in tour
To use the oven 'gain! The fish sticks too
Long tugging at my sleeve at last ours fer
Late lunch, sans tarter sauce, I guess we'll do
Aeoli. Fall asleep ere that, bestir
Me just for work. LORD, thank you. I wait You.

04Sep25b

I swear these were supposed to be mere toys, but...the real one is downright coldly DEAD. Oddly the carpet's red matched the mouse's ****** entrails. its white matching the carpet's, until seeing the thing wasn't that simple, kick me.


(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCX)


What's with the world?! Why's traffic heavy? Whence?
Back fin'lly, I've ne cup as twere t'avail
For this espresso, use a mug's detail,
Hit up Panera. Once home, drink fr'intents
Th'espresso and...how I'm not sleepy hence!
Craft porridge, clean and showr, the freighted trail
To breakfast more than I'd envisioned, frail
As what? He's taming Peter, and what thence?
So I have "busy" carpets. They have fer
Their fun grey catnip mice. Guess what?! The two
Both caught and killed a live mouse, left in tour
Right by where I sit for a cuppa, to
Be certain very cold, dead, ******. Were
There else, LORD, how I thank and wait on You.

04Sep25a

I do.



(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCVII)


Tis raining lightly like romance t'avail
Is in the air as calm owns this suspense,
Or so it seems, aught safe indoors from hence
'Cept who must travel, "sleeping weather" hale
In tender solace, Autumn's sweet detail
With red leaves winking midst the green for sense,
A haunting note of yellow half fr'intents
In tow, and how I revel 'long the trail.
Guess I will never think straight, is't sae poor?
Come, wherefore try to hold my purse anew
Oer lo, a tall drink?! Spill all too, in tour.
And now my car is full of drink. I rue
My folly, sans a reason for't. Bestir
Thyself and save me, LORD, for I need You.

03Sep25b

You know?!

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCII)


So, join A.A. if you are lonely, hence
Thought one of them cuz they're sans much detail
Notorious for being "in denial." Hail
Such friends who feel your pain; find romance thence
And marriage too, cuz that's the way fr'intents.
The best part is the jobs each held t'avail,
Or still hold down, I guess, or how guns trail
Them cuz they feel depressed and sans defense.
We'll watch that movie, nary more, is't poor?
Have pizza from six days ere cuz I do
Not throw food 'way and it was left in tour
For but the trash. That's fitting, no? I'm too
Shot from NO sleep, so all is good. Bestir
Thyself and save us, LORD, we wait for You.

01Sep25d

...what's new?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXCIX)


Mists hover in the valleys, white and frail,
Like spirits haunting whither, reaching thence
Across the borders for aught passing, dense
Yet thin and likeas thick arms groping. They'll
Half leer at me who's looking 'long the trail
And keen on just the sight, their presence hence
A dream of romance flirting like pretense,
Where I would lose me in't, if t'would avail.
The freeway sans much traffic, I'm in tour
Back ere tis sevn, September first as due
A hol'day. Nary school bus nor as twere
Aught else except a few like me, the view
Is calm in sheer suspense, where to bestir
Would really seem a crime. LORD, I wait You.

01Sep25a

It's so fun to have cats eating out of your hand.

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXCII)


Wash up their bowls, refill, and then, defense:
Put on the kettle for yes, Barry's. (Hail
My lack of sense in crafting that.) Detail
It with a wedge of brie which they share hence.
Yes, Tigger's post is in my lap fr'intents,
And Peter's on the floor; she hooks sans bail
My hand whenas she wants a bite t'avail,
Til he gives up, to wander off from thence.
The "kitty kurls" toy they've worn out in tour,
And she thinks that the ball is hers. I do
Not quite agree, and after letting her
Extract it three times, I hide it. Where to?
She's moping since. Yes, hiding off in poor
'Scuse til, what shall I do? LORD, I need You.

29Aug25d

We are.

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXC)


Rye toast, eggs, bacon, naught else for intents
Save guac for me, and raspb'rry jam t'avail
Him, breakfast fairly light, it's that detail
Of bacon and the cats which begs defense,
Since they did steal his brie(where I'd sans sense
Left it out with his cuppa tea sans bail
To showr) and he was not too happy, they'll
Be scanted as I covered his food. Whence?
They won't touch mine. So he must as it were
Give me dear Peter's sob tale til I rue
What? Eat but half my bacon, then give her
None, just to Peter. He then gives his too,
And gives his other slice to Tigger. Poor
As nary bacon, LORD, how I thank You.

29Aug25b

Heheh.

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCLXXXIX)


Off late in lieu of early, which detail
Next? Three lanes of traffic northbound halted thence
And creeping 'long for...what?! a spun car hence
Not north but southbound, two state troopers' scale
Of sheer protection and two cones avail
Whom? Just as dawn breaks. So much for suspense.
I'm back home late, as if there's no defense,
The cats quite glad to see me in betrayl.
How they bounce wildly, off the walls in tour,
Yes, knocking stuff down like's okay to do.
He even jumps at lo, the wall, in poor
'Scuse crashing down into their food bowl, to
With Tigger, look at the huge mess he'd stir
Thereby, as LORD, Thy mercies new, where, too?

29Aug25a

...how long until he relaxes again?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCLXXXIV)


They took her collar off, were skittish thence
Because they knew twas naughty, that detail
What both had worn on none because I'd fail
To make it small enough. They slid it hence
Off thus; left on the bedroom floor, their sense
Of naughtiness keen, I teased them t'avail
Cuz I was not about to let the trail
Stay hot since they need that likeas defense.
Or so I thought. Let them relax in tour
Lest they resist, and when the naughty two
Are sleeping, talk of how with him. Is't poor?
I had to do hers first. He cornered too
Dear Peter, who hissed at me and as twere
Now runs from me. Oh LORD, what should I do?

27Aug25c