Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Roll With It

An armadillo, I have got
A shell that can fold into form
Of a ball. I do it a lot
When I feel something's out of norm.
And out of norm, the humans be,
Ever snooping into my biz,
Curling their fingers around me,
A lot of man handling there is.
And when picked up, the worry's there -
What does this human have in mind?
Some crazy motive to beware,
Cuz weird are most of humankind.

I hear a voice from somewhere call,
"Hey - that is one strange bowling ball!"