Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Witch

I am summoned by my white witch,

Dressed all in white, her robe and hood,

For loyal support, her magic which

She always practices for good.

At the altar she kneels, and so

I quietly move to her side

Where I can feel her healing flow.

With benevolence she does guide

To help some poor soul who's in need,

I've known so many times with her,

Aligning nature's best indeed,

A wonderful white witch for sure.

On her shoulder next to her cowl

Is perched her sidekick, this white owl.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Dropped

The dad told his son not to mess

With me because I was brand new,

The latest phone I must confess,

So many marvels I can do.

Well of course the son, 9 years old,

Picked me up when the dad was gone,

Opposite of what he'd been told.

The son was careless, whereupon

I was dropped on the hardwood floor,

Landing just so to crack me up.

Just then the dad came through the door.

I felt the rising tension, yup.

The 9 year old in trouble be.

Kids that age in China made me.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 In the Pink

At the edge of the pond there is

Lots of pink flowers do grow.

Wanting a closer look, gee whiz,

Into midst of the pink I go,

Where a nice, soft spot I do find

To settle myself down and be

Serene in body, soul and mind,

Enjoying all the pink 'round me.

In such a lovely time and place

I am very content to stay,

Feeling an acceptance with grace

From all the pink flowers array.

'Twixt and 'tween these flowers, I think

I'm a happy swan in the pink.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 His Words for Me

"Hideous figure" I was deemed

By Mr. Dickens in his tale.

But this author, it seemed to me,

Was attracted to this female,

Calling me best care for headache,

Prevented hair from turning gray,

The best means for closest shave sake,

Changed complexion in my own way.

Mr. Dickens wrote of much wine

Served daily to the many who

Came to watch the kisses of mine

To those my sharp wit cut into.

To Mr. Dickens I did be

La Guillotine, which suited me.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Deep Sea For Me

Lost in deep space or in deep sea,

Neither one a pleasing prospect,

But if the choice is up to me,

Lost in the ocean I'd elect.

Deep space, from what I've heard and read,

Seems like a lot of nothingness,

Not much to see or do, instead,

Bunch of boring darkness, I'd guess.

Deep sea in contrast to deep space,

From what I've read and read, has got

Lots of wild life forms I would face,

So bored while there I would be not.

Deep sea, not deep space, I could hail

A cab ride on a friendly whale.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 It Is What It Is

It is what it is, that's my life,

And isn't going really well.

It's mostly filled with self made strife.

I turn life into living hell.

My world is full of lots of sheep,

So I am a wolf around them.

But I get bit back a whole heap,

And cuss a lot for the mayhem.

But no matter how bad I live

The Bible says that when I die,

If I just ask, God will forgive,

And let me into heaven high.

My life of hell, I cannot wait

To leave behind at heaven's gate.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Today

Today, early morn I first track

Into the shower and I sing

Loud alone with Roberta Flack,

"Killing Me Softly," then something

Causes me to slip and to fall.

I can't get back up so am stuck.

No way and nobody to call.

All alone except with bad luck.

I cannot turn the shower off.

The water keeps spraying on me.

"At least they'll find me clean," I scoff.

Slowly today turns tonight be.

Still stuck on shower floor, I'm wrought.

Killing me wetly? Sure hope not!

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Truth for Pinocchio

Pinocchio did lie a lot,

And with each lie his nose did grow,

Till a very long nose he got.

The truth of this he needed know,

So asked Jiminy Cricket why.

From Jiminy the truth be told,

Because Pinocchio did lie

And then Jiminy feeling bold

Said another truth his friend should

Know was Pinocchio was made

Not of flesh and bone but of wood.

Pinocchio was so dismayed.

As he called Jiminy a liar,

Pinocchio's hand caught on fire.