Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Hot Wired


I was doing my normal jog,
Listening to the iPod tunes,
Part of my normal travelogue
Through the park in breezy croons.
The sky was becoming downcast.
There was a flash and next I knew,
An ambulance was moving fast,
And the reason was crispy me.
Apparently, lightening had struck,
And travelled through my iPod wires,
Causing multi burns, but by luck,
None were gonna be fatal fires.


I guess it could have been much worse.
My last trip might have been by hearse.