Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Trouble Bound

A string was taking a short stroll.
A sudden brawl got in the way;
A fight between a cup and bowl.
The chips were falling, come what may.
Before the string could step aside,
It fell beneath the breakdown pair.
The string was twisted, torn and tied -
Highstrung over this strained affair.
At last the spat stopped spattering.
The bowl and cup were cracking up.
They gave a handle to the string.
"C'mon - string along," said the cup.

Feeling the cuts and lumps he'd got.
The string said, "No, I'm a frayed knot."