Transcendental Sonnet #387:
Petit Promenade
With the Bruckner Te Deum singing in his mind
The fastidious gentilhomme ventured outside
Into the greater world leaving his cat behind
Knowing his hope for cat food would not be denied
(The gentilhomme always brought home four cans or so
This is just one of those things which clever cats know)
The gentilhomme looked at things as if for the first
Time as he always did like some sort of stranger
For he was a poet (not the best nor the worst)
And was watchful as if of some unseen danger
He bought cat food and an overpriced black coffee
Te Deum laudamus! the Singverein exclaimed
He walked by shops selling chocolates and toffee
Without going in... this odd little poet named
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Aber frag`nicht nach Sonnenschein...
mein lieber Herr Gesangsverein!!!
Another great Sonnet!
Deine
Silke
mein lieber Herr Gesangsverein!!!
Another great Sonnet!
Deine
Silke
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