Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Hobo Time

I am a hobo on the roam

At Anywhere, U.S. of A.

At anytime where's I call home,

Ready to move on any day.

Ah yes, what a great life it is.

No one telling me what to do.

No body messing in my biz.

Always going to someplace new.

I'm free of all the rules and stuff,

Of being treated like a slave,

Left that behind, I've had enough.

Now I decide how to behave.

A five year old hobo I be,

For an hour till Mom finds me.