Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Crowning Achievement

The "No Kings" movement, U.S.A.,

Anti President Trump no doubt,

Hoping he will just go away,

The more they'd march, louder they'd shout.

President Trump did not reveal

How he was using "No Kings" to

Artfully work out his best deal

Before protesters even knew.

So came the time, end of Trump term

The "No Kings" movement stalled in gloom

As President Trump's deal went firm

In the White House's new ball room.

The "No Kings" movement marched and cursed,

Crowning of King Donald the First.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 If the Moon Turns Green

Ireland was serious about

Sending a rocket to the moon,

And announced that there was no doubt

It would happen time opportune.

And sure enough one Christmas Eve

An Irish rocket launched into

Space toward the moon, the Earth to learn,

For Ireland, yes, a dream come true.

Later, the Irish rocket went

Into steady orbit around

The moon, then many drones were sent

On a mission that would astound.

St. Patrick's Day, from Earth was seen

The Irish had turned the moon green.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Halloween Lure

A happy trick or treater, my

Parents let me go out alone.

Suddenly, under full moon, I

See a merry-go-round now shown.

A scary witch on broom atop,

As horses below make round run,

And seeing me they all do stop,

The horses each a skeleton.

Then Jack-o-lanterns light my way.

And ghosts come flying through the air,

Beckoning me to ride and play.

Might as well check it out while there.

Missing person report was filed.

Parents report a missing child.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Bullet's Target

Bullet, a German Shephard, who

Is a well trained fighter of crime

In Africa where poachers do

Illegal killing often time.

When there is a poacher alert,

Bullet is taken in a plane,

Parachutes out, hitting the dirt,

Scent of the poacher does attain.

Then after the poacher, gives chase,

Catches, and then holds him at bay

Till police come to take the case,

Thanks to Bullet's effective way.

Bullet with butterfly wings is

Helluva poacher catching whiz.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Jake

On Grandma's farm and five years old

I went for a walk in the wood.

Didn't tell Grandma, being bold.

Jake, the cat, came, turned out good.

Cuz when 'bout to sit on a rock,

I heard Jake hiss, and then rammed me.

Falling aside, I was in shock.

Jake fighting fast, I could not see

What, just that Jake's teeth and claws tore

At whatever with deadly aim.

And then Jake squealed louder and more

Till Grandma heard him and she came.

And Grandma said, "Thank God for Jake,"

Seeing the dead copperhead snake.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Cicada Song

I am called a cicada, and

Know my male instinct is not wrong.

I want her who will understand

My yearning when she hears my song.

The tymbals in my tummy click

In acoustic pattern to sound

Loud and clear to my female pick,

In high hope that she is around

To hear and follow to the tree

Where I am perched awaiting her,

With nature's call to be with me,

Making future offspring for sure.

In an urgency I sing on,

For in short time we'll both be gone.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Mice Pick

"Minnie Mouse," I am often asked,

"How was it Mickey won your heart?"

Well, on a picnic I was tasked

To pick. A bullfight played a part.

Mortimer Mouse was my old flame,

And Mickey was flame wannabe.

A bullfight was their chosen game

For which of the two would get me.

The bull chases Mortimer off,

Then chases me and I have to

Run, while at Mortimer I scoff.

Then Mickey saves me, my love true.

Mickey won me, but I must say,

A lot of bull along the way.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Dogberry

Constable Dogberry, I'm chief

Of the town citizen police,

Warning each and all knave and thief

My fighting crime does never cease.

"Much Ado About Nothing' is

Where I foil the criminal plot,

Maybe by accident, gee whiz,

These crooks insulted me a lot.

So list of charges should include

Spoken untruth and false report,

Slander and lies and being rude

To and about me in assort.

Proof that these criminals are crass,

They dared insist I am an ass.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Poets Picnic

Poets picnic, a time and place

To join together in fresh air

Under trees shade in nature's grace,

Some food for thought and taste to share.

The poets sit at table round

In elegant chairs to relax,

Nicer than blanket on the ground.

Whet appetites for verse and snacks.

In collaboration they seek

To bring forth in their happy quest,

Combination of words unique,

In creation of their joint best.

All enjoy a poetic time.

Even the ants contribute rhyme.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 About the Buckle

"I wish I was a Pilgrim," said

My five year old son, Jake, to me,

And asked for a hat on his head

With a shiny buckle there be.

I thought and then I told Jake that

I could take a belt buckle from

A belt and sew it on a hat.

Jake looked a little bothered some,

Like such a plan would not work out.

I tried to reassure, but felt

That Jake was still somewhat in doubt

Using a buckle from a belt.

"Cuz," Jake said to me with a frown,

"I don't want my pants to fall down."