A Pleasant Aroma

I decide to bake; I pull out a bowl.
In I put butter, and salt, and 2 eggs.
As I stirred I felt I was on a roll
though there was flour all over my legs.

I added some sugar and chocolate
as to add some sweetness to my baking
You would think that would be the end of it
but something greater was in the making

I chopped up my secret ingredient:
into the bowl went a pound of bacon
I admit this was no mad experiment,
but an old treasure I had awakened.

A pleasant aroma soon filled the air;
Twelve minutes later my cookies were there

Cure for Sleep

Three hours of sleep and some caffeine
are all that is keeping me going now
even with that I am starting to lean
and soon my head will fall the way down

Sleep is for those whose parents support them
or those who have well established careers
Either way, I am getting little R.E.M.
and I fear it may be this way for years

So why haven't they cured exhaustion yet?
Why is there no antidote for sleepy?
We waste so much time just lying in bed,
if I had that time I'd be less busy.

I guess therein lies the catch-22
If we didn't need sleep, we'd have time to.

Gray

The sky outside is so muted and gray.
A cool wind blows, and a soft wind falls down.
The sun stayed hidden behind clouds today;
its warmth and brightness were not to be found.

All seems so dark on a day like today;
it feels like happiness hides with the sun.
The darkened sky pulls all laughter away,
and it casts a shadow eclipsing fun.

You think you'll outrun it and have a laugh,
but the sky knows your plans and intervenes.
Next thing you know you are taking a bath
as the place you stand becomes a ravine.

But then you remember you should not mourn,
for all things alive are from water born.

Allergies

It feels like I am breathing through a straw;
I can't fill my lungs up with enough air.
Each cough leaves my esophagus more raw;
each moment I sink deeper in my chair.

Oh pollen why do you detest me so?
Why must you harass my lungs with each breath?
You bring such labor to each outward blow,
and make me feel I'm inhaling my death.

I remembered to take medication,
but the effects have forgotten to come.
I should take an extended vacation
to where instead of the pollen falls rum...

Alas! The pollen continues to spread
while I just lay here and try to play dead

Melting

I think that my brain is melting today.
Inside my mind I am drawing a blank.
All of my thoughts seem to have run away,
and I'm finding it difficult to think.

My body must be following my mind.
As I soon feel myself sinking lower.
Soon I will be a large puddle of brine
as my movements grow slower and slower.

Woe! How have I brought this upon myself?
Better yet is it too late to stop it?
Will I live life in a jar, on a shelf?
or will I be reduced to a tar pit?

Clearly there is not a more evil curse
than to just observe the end of the earth.

Temple Run

I briefly sat down for a moment's rest.
I planned to sit there for but a minute.
I chose to give Temple Run Oz a test,
and so soon I was in it to win it.

It wasn't the first time I'd played this game;
for at least three months, it's been on my phone.
Yet this time something was not quite the same;
as if my Temple Run skills had been honed.

Over hills and through trees I ran so fast;
This surely must be my highest score yet!
I looked and saw that 10 minutes had passed
Would I reap a reward from all my sweat?

When I fell in a hole my run was o'er,
but I had attained a brand new high score!

Blogging Laws

I think that my brain is still on sick leave,
even though my body's gone back to work.
It's almost a week since my last dry heave,
and yet my mind is still being a jerk.

I know that I have lots of things to do,
and I even have tho will to do them.
But my brain has decided to refuse
to take all of the steps to get through them.

I'm sure that this sonnet will have it's flaws;
my brain wouldn't allow for perfection.
But do blogs really follow the same laws
as those of Shakespeare's sonnet collection?

I hope that this sonnet rings out as true
and that I have not yet offended you.

Bradford Pear

The stinky fish trees have gotten their leaves;
before long their foul bloom with begin!
The odor steals in like highly skilled thieves
with every small gust or breeze of wind.

Soon I will drive to the end of the street,
and my windshield will gather the flowers!
I'll try to wipe off each one that I meet,
but I'll gather new ones with each hour.

Oh Bradford Pear! You please so the eye!
Yet so readily the nose you offend!
Your look's the reason your owner did buy,
Alas! Your scent will be your bitter end.

Who did name you after the luscious pear
when you are know for infesting the air?

Traum von Deustchland

Last night, I dreamed I was in Germany
I had traveled there with several friends
Of the food and the beer there was plenty,
and there was much rejoicing without end.

We went to a strange cafeteria
and decided that we would stop for lunch
(Haha that line rhymes with diphtheria;
luckily we just got something to munch)

Of course at the end of the serving line,
a servingman yelled out offering beer.
I ran up to claim one with which to dine;
I took a drink and I let out a cheer!

Sadly, I found myself quite disheartened
when the alarm brought this dream to an end

Groceries

Early this morning I went to the store
with a list of groceries I should buy.
I went to get these things and nothing more;
I thought that surely the time would fly by.

I roamed up and down through the store aisles
I put each thing on my list in my cart.
After what felt like just a short while
I was so sure that my day could now start.

I looked at the clock it had been an hour!
How could this time have passed so quickly??
Alas! over time I have no power;
there was naught I could do, but let it be.

I have not lost so much by starting now
I suppose that sometimes it must be so.

Grievous Mistake!!

I have a confession that I must make:
I almost forgot about today's post!
I nearly made such a grievous mistake!
This certainly does not warrant a boast...

It's not that I didn't want to write it,
but rather that I found my day quite full.
I just still don't know how I could forget!
Something planted so deep within my soul...

I promise this error not to repeat;
I'll be sure to remember my entries!
A lapse on my part would mean sure defeat
and I'd much rather come off as friendly...

I leave here tonight with apologies;
I will carry on these anthologies!

Wash the Illness Away

Today I am feeling so much better!
It will be much better than yesterday.
Before anything I will take a shower
to wash the aura of illness away.

Once I am done I must drive to my school
in order to turn in some paperwork,
but then after that, my day will be cool
as I lounge around wearing a small smirk.

Off work I have taken the evening
so I may continue to get some rest,
and I hope when I wake in the morning
I will be feeling my absolute best!

For I'm still on the schedule tomorrow;
I hope my shift won't be filled with sorrow.

Norovirus

I'm too tired to write a good sonnet,
for I have come down with a stomach bug,
but I promised and I will stay on it.
So forgive my rhymes if they are not smug.

I can't let Norovirus hold me back;
I will not let this day go sonnet free.
I shouldn't complain; this day has been slack.
All I've done is sleep and watch some TV.

I hope tomorrow is normal again.
I wish that I could get out of my bed...
for more than a minute or maybe ten
I wish that thoughts would work inside my head

Sadly I do know that what will be best
is to stay in bed and keep getting rest.

Head-On

I have to do this; I have to do that.
There are so many things to keep track of!
I need to do laundry and clean bath mats,
and I need to pair up all of my gloves.

I know all the things that I need to do,
but what I don't know is where do I start?
As long as I wait, more trouble will stew,
and I cannot let my great mess restart.

I wonder if I wrote a to-do list
if I would be able to make progress
What would I put as number one on it?
and how would that take away from my stress.

I suppose I'll just take the day head-on...
head-on-pillow that is... and with a yawn.

Snuggles

I am trying to write a sonnet in bed,
but it seems that Muffins wants to cuddle,
and while I would love to snuggle instead
I really can't let my thoughts get muddled.

Well maybe I'll pause for a little bit...
a small break for my sonnet couldn't hurt,
but what if I were to not finish it?
I don't know because that would be a first

Well, the snuggles will just have to wait then
I must keep my commitment to this blog
for she surely will not run out of them
or find herself stuck in a snuggle fog!

It does not matter now for I am done
and may have all snuggles under the sun.

Monday

As the clock's numbers became 9 o'clock
I turned my TV on to ABC
I soon reached the couch after a short walk
and sat down to watch Grey's Anatomy

But as time went on, I saw something strange,
and Dancing with the Stars stayed on the screen.
How much more should I wait for it to change?
I soon saw the error in my routine.

Oh what a mistake I had made this night!
How hadn't I noticed this earlier?
I didn't realize something wasn't right;
I'm glad that things didn't get messier.

I spent the whole evening on Thursday,
only to learn that it was still Monday.

Popcorn Chicken

Who came up with name popcorn chicken?
Today I am a little curious
It's goodness is surely finger-lickin'
and sometimes it seems quit luxurious.

Though popcorn, it seems, is a little strange
a thing to make a comparison to.
Perhaps over time the shape of it's changed?
and once the shape popcorn rang out so true.

For I find it more like mini nuggets
as popcorn is light, but chicken is dense.
Or did someone named "Pop Corn" invent it?
Or maybe it once came in butter drenched?

I will remain blissfully ignorant,
but I will continue to enjoy it.

The Lunch of Laziness

For lunch I had yogurt and cold pancakes
All that remained of my champions meal
and while I'd hoped it would leave me awake,
I desire to nap is all that I feel

Now I start to regret that I said yes
to babysitting for two families.
That I will be tired is obvious,
but I knew not the extent it would be.

I haven't slept well in several nights,
but I know the pay is well worth the work
I'll muscle through as my body does fight
I'll finish the day even with a smirk

As soon as I head through the second door
I feel certain I'll collapse on the floor

Dinner of Sedation

Today I did poorly at waking up
and as a result I am quite tired
Maybe some coffee? I should have a cup
I just worry that I would by wired

There's nothing to do until 4 o'clock
so in theory I could just take a nap
Oh how I bet that would totally rock,
but I really need to do so much crap

There are a few things that I need to do
Really none of them are so difficult
I should probably start on one or two,
but my head just feels so heavy and full.

Maybe last night's "dinner of champions"
Is the next day's "dinner of sedation"

The Dinner of Champions

I'm eating the dinner of champions
Pancakes and a bottle of hard cider
I could eat this every day for eons
before I would begin to get tired

Quite an extravagant delicious meal
though not quite so modest in calories
While frying in butter, the pancakes squealed
before long a great feast awaited me

I grew more calm as the cider did pour
and more full with each new bite of pancake
I ate and I ate, but still wanted more
and so, more bites I continued to take.

The night may be empty, but I am full
and now I fall in a food-induced lull

100

Today I've written one hundred sonnets.

I must admit that I'm proud of myself.

I didn't think that I could stay on it

maybe someday I can fill a whole shelf!

What should this sonnet be written about?

Surely some grand subject is in order;

number one-hundred is special no doubt!

Such a poem need be filled with great ardor!

I could write of a great epic hero

or a tragedy of young and true love

or a genius who feels like a zero

and yet I fear these are all over done

Alas! I see in my adventured haste

my one-hundredth sonnet has been a waste...

Golden Temptation

I am facing a growing temptation
that is hiding away in that pantry.
A delicious and creamy sensation
like a bowl full of warm cheesy candy.

Oh why must you haunt me so Velveeta?
With all those shells filled with warm liquid gold?
All I'd need is a large margarita
to have a night filled with wonders untold!

But I hesitate for a few reasons...
I should be working rather than cooking,
and the calories are body treason,
but that pasta is just so good looking

To avoid this pasta I'll do my best,
but I am so week and hungry and stressed

It's Over...

I am not ready to go back to work
can we have another week of spring break?
It's not that the children don't make me smirk
just that I'm not ready to be awake

I wouldn't just waste the days sleeping in
I've got plenty of things I need to do
some extra hours would help me begin
all the assignments I need to get through.

I'm beginning to feel the stress of school
these assignments all coming on at once
but I'll carry on like a stubborn mule
I will not let myself become a dunce

I'll be ok, but I'd just like to keep
A few extra hours each day for sleep

Twenty-Four Hours

A perplexing question was on my mind.
Why are there 24 hours a day?
I get why they all are that length of time,
but why is it divided up that way?

Was dividing by 6 just cool back then?
Or were thirty degree angles the thing?
Does anyone know how or why or when?
Was it declared by a twelve fingered king?

There must be an answer; why all this fuss?
To whom could I turn? or where could I go?
Were those who made it just messing with us?
I Googled because I just had to know!

The Egyptians grandfathered the clock's face,
because they liked to count with a twelve base

(Source)

Them

I had thought that "they" were under control
That I was done dealing with this drama
I thought I had no pain left to console
this period was in fact a comma.

What I thought an end was only a pause,
and now I'm thrown back into craziness.
It would be easy to find this a cause
to sink to depression and laziness.

But just one time does not make a relapse
I know I'll lift my head and carry on
I know I can stand tall and not collapse
Though I know that some days will feel so long

I know in my head that I'll make it through
I have to convince my heart of that too

Bad Hair Day

Today my hair has a mind of its own
and refused to take orders from me.
I was going for "smooth" but got "windblown"
there's not much I can do but let it be.

This morning I woke up and I showered
and styled and blow-dried my hair neatly
I turned 'round and back, and it had flowered
into a new 'do that looked quite silly.

I panicked as I began to re-comb
with hopes I'd reclaim the mess on my head.
I had a few hours I'd be at home
but then came work which I started to dread.

What would the kids at work think of my hair?
I realized they don't, and I shouldn't care!

Stop.

When I am napping I wish time would stop
So I could sleep without wasting my day
When I am tired and into bed plop
I know my sleep chases my time away.

I could fall asleep at one-thirty-five,
and I'd also wake up in that minute
I would feel refreshed awake and alive
as if hours of sleep had been in it.

Many hours would pass inside my mind,
but in the real world, the time would stand still
I could sleep all I want; I'd have the time.
a remedy better than any pill!

Alas! For now, this is not how it is.
but perhaps one day my dream will exist.

A Great Victory

Today I have promised I will do things
Just yesterday I got so little done
I hope that when I see what today brings
I'll feel a great victory has been won!

I'll start the morning by making my bed,
then I'll finish vacuuming up my room.
I'll want to loaf, but will clean up instead,
the neatness will surely remove all gloom.

Next I will start to work on some school work
I've got things to read and papers to write
and if I manage not to in bed lurk
I think I'll be done before it is night.

I think that this truly is a great plan
I know that I should but not if I can

Late Start

I managed to get up early today
So that I could get important things done
but my mind seems to have wandered away
and now I see that it is almost one.

I thought I'd start the day with a shower
and that it might make me fresh and focused
but after that thought passed a few hours
it would seem my intentions are hopeless.

Why must TV be so interesting
even when nothing good is really on?
I say I'll get up but I'm still sitting
I know in no time the day will be gone.

Today will anything at all get done?
I suppose a late start's better than none

RGB Blues

I bought someone's old used Gamecube today.
A mere twenty dollars was all she asked
It came with controllers and games to play
I'm filled with excitement I cannot mask!

My excitement was soon met with dismay
for as I plugged my Gamecube in tonight
I was alarmed to see that I could play,
but that it only worked in black and white.

I panicked as I googled the problem;
I wondered if I had just been ripped off.
This question had been asked ad nauseum,
so clearly I had no reason to scoff.

Imagine how silly I felt to see
the wrong input channel on my TV