Transcendental Sonnet #1230:
Time in a Bottle and Rhyme at Full Throttle

for Grandma who would be a century

Milestone birthdays clustered-up aplenty:

I turned fifty Silke five and twenty
The heavy metal thunder of my car
Is forty now and older than you are
This year my daughter will turn twenty-two
Napoleon loved that number how 'bout you?

My dear old Freddie Noodles will be nine
A life for every year of this feline
Companion to me in celibacy
We bugger neither altar boys nor cats
He only gets aggressive with the rats

The priest's housekeeper now at rest and gone
As Grandma called herself would be a century
I wonder if from heaven she can spy on me?



+Steven Curtis Lance

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