Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Pissed

I was driving home late at night,
Alone taking back country roads.
I was heavy into beers light,
Listening to radio melodes.
Nature was calling loud and clear.
I pulled over next to a field.
There was a scarecrow standing near.
Its moonlit straw body appealed
To just where I would take a whiz.
I covered it with my relief;
Then turned around, done with my biz.
The next thing was beyond belief!

Something was choking my throat raw,
And my nose was smelling wet straw.