Sense Sonnet - Pumper

Choice Guy

My husband was crossing the street,
When a Brink's armored truck sped by.
A bag dropped off it by his feet.
Inside the bag in bundled tie,
200,00 dollars cash.
My husband knew he had a choice,
And made his choosing in a flash.
Heeding his do the right thing voice,
He went to the authorities,
Returning all, and did refuse
Any finder gratuities.
But, I knew that's how he would choose.

He made his choice when he chose me.
My husband chooses quite rightly.