WORDS ARE POPPIES

Oh stout hearted, spirited, stoic woman Elizabeth Bennet,
majestically crafted, extolled in verse at its zenith,
a lady of zeal prone to mock prim societal norm,
with cheek, scant regard, and firm purpose her sense of acceptable  form

serves as jejune
spreadsheet of dismay,

and including every last
desperate mayday call
from the French "m'aidez" ("help me")

“I could do with some  muscle tone, bicep build gymnastics.

The bones are rattling ….  Am I starting to miss my former celebrity?

the closest my upbringing
approaches to an organized religion)
remembers dribs and drabs hearing Yiddish
courtesy my Mamale / Mamaleh,
a smattering spoken
to Yiddish, פאָטע 
(Foter/Futer) father of mine
in his boyhood home,
(long since demolished),
whose late mother of mine
also prepared Jewish entrées
such as Kasha Varnishkes
(such as the Yiddish name for the dish
combining kasha (buckwheat groats)
and noodles) kugel,
and Kneidlach, matzah ball

A couple of reputable programs
such as I have been pwned and MacKeeper
brought to my attention
a worse fate
than meeting the grim reaper.

Yes folks, yours truly

would sooner face

a premature (scythe leant) demise

than experience the utterly
deplorable basket case -
on a green day
worse than jumping out of a high-rise

been there done that regarding
the above two outright bald faced lies,

Fit for an uber hearty monarch
(analogous to butterflies in his stomach)
that did shutterfly to give him a lyft
as a once upon a time
young boy king,
when he lend leased
his body electric, which did twitter
got charged up to the tasty morsel
dolled up courtesy,
one his favorite scullery maids,
who allowed, enabled and provided
culinary indulgence to buzzfeed
and breastfeed the wild beast,
not only courtesy
exquisite cuisine to boot,
(but also an insatiable lubricious lust
to devour fecund young lass)

Tangible cold snap,      
as bitter frost and chilled air,               
make home a warm spot