Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Buck on Luck

We, the Penobscot tribe, are stuck
On a river island in Maine,
Because global warming has struck.
We need a bridge, we do complain
To the paleface state government.
We've used canoes for centuries,
But we've money making intent.
Palefaces need travel in ease.
The state blamed warming on the sun,
But felt the heat and built the bridge.
Of course when all was said and done,
Winters here are still in the fridge.

Global warming is a gamble, so -
The tribe put up a casino.