#26may18
*See the previous sonnet:
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMCLXXIX)
I meant to put down shadows 'cross the hale
Face of these sun-washed green lawns blue skies fence
With nary cloud but tis a white puff hence,
How that September'd wink in tow t'avail,
Our hopes of was't vacations? in betrayl
Capped ere yet realized with a haunting sense
Of sheer conclusion, kneading rye dough thence,
Tae whip a sheet cake up like joy's not frail.
Poke myr'ad holes and trickle as it were
The strawb'rry juice in for dessert, and to
A fault I'm drained 'fore sundown in a poor
'Scuse. So I washed my hair at midnight's cue,
And showered after, to drift off, til fer
All that how Sunday nudges me anew.
27May18a
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC