Sense Sonnet - Tickler

One Lump or Two

Old Widow Jones walked down the street,
She knew she was a little late.
Well, she did not have track star feet;
Her club tea would just have to wait.
Then suddenly came the attack.
Two men - one tried to grab her purse.
Her cane beat him whack after whack.
All he could do was bleed and curse.
The Widow then turned to confront
The other punk with her left hook.
He went down with just a grunt.
The cops pulled up to take a look.

The muggers begged for custody.
Old Widow Jones walked on to tea.