Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Pissover

I was at home and on the phone,
Disputing a darn airline bill.
My house is right in the fly zone
Of that airline, noise skies do fill.
Suddenly, the most awful sound
Of breaking in and crashing through.
A melting yellow blob hit ground,
Just feet away, oh what to do!
I told the airline I'd call back,
Not knowing then the truth of it.
The airline had caused the attack,
And weren't at all sorry a bit.

The airline sent a bill to me,
A charge for providing iced pee.