[Sir Walter Scott would rather say, "...gentle reader,"]



(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCL)


Lo, stacks of frozen pizzas all from thence
Reduced, like "jackpot!" where tomorrow'd hail
As Nash'nal Pepperoni Pizza Day, t'avail
Take three; grab heads of lettuce for intents
Marked down, for salads, chopped kits mine for sense,
And buttermilk too, til I'll dream, sans bail?
Of sausage gravy with lo, biscuits; trail
That 'long and muse on breakfast. Is't pretense?
Today I crashed once home and slept was't fer
Three hours? afore the kittens left me too
Yes, many hints they should be fed. Drag poor
Me up, and french toast, bacon, honeydew
Our fare, let's finish that flick we'd bestir
On Wednesday ere I leave for work anew.

19Sep25b