Get up late, doze half of a day.
Set up then a corner to pray.
Slowly alight the worldly steps.
Leisurely choose the days preps.
Switch the channels on the flat.
Comb in hand and favorite hat.
Mercifully a friend gets to ring
Munch an apple to talk a thing
“What to do, if she didn’t call?
Silently he left, again, the gall!
Let’s skip to market, do a day.”
Did with her ilk a blowing foray
Brag and boast, marvels around
If you see, be held dumbfound!
A calc in hand I do the pounds
Has me swim in frothing sounds
Flimsy Itsy bitsy frilly patch,
barely cover the ample thatch!
Out on a thimble put to dry.
Never the angler, net a fry!
“Who had known a girl like that?
And I’ve given you one but eight.
Praises be to my luscious lips,
wits, my smile, my ample hips,
O’ you, peasant’s leftover stuff!
Talk you now, in a voice so gruff,
Then you licked up honey clean,
tell me now, where you have been?
My pa’s the magisterial oversee,
And that the way, I’ll to talk to thee.”
(June 25, 2009)
Not self but GOD and others.