Sense Sonnet - Tickler

The Must Must Have

Out to my backyard I do go,
Visions of s'mores danced in my head.
A patio pillow did blow
Into the fire pit burning red.
Stumbling over a bocci ball,
I fell into a tiki torch.
Jumping up quickly from this fall,
I went limping to the back porch.
The pillow was smoking away.
I would leave it to turn to ash.
It is time to restart my day.
So without batting an eyelash,

I did the deed that does not fail,
And mixed myself a big cocktail.