#bigboytoys
The perhaps freaky thing is from the first occasion to the last, the affair leaves me disillusioned.
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCCCLXXXIIII)
They pulled shots on more fancy presses' scale
Of lo, espresso, than we know, tae thence
Pass 'round the little porc'lain mug for sense
And comment. Bells and whistles to avail
Whomever of sheer grandeur was't? would hail
Their newr machines as ultmate for intents,
Dad sez. And we rolled 'cross our tongues th'intense
Black tazos, sip by sip, til such'd wax stale.
Fire up the grill, next: play the epicure,
As now mein host two diffrent cuts put to
Our palates and good taste. Wine to assure
Souls twas the height of whocareswhat, we knew
Such conversations, laughter, and for sure:
Philosphy. Problem's: I can't think what's new.
08Jul17b
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 8:20 PM UTC