Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Entre"ma"neur

I opened up a paddle store

Right next to a smelly creek that

Stranded the floaters more and more

In the watery habitat.

Many went up this creek without

A paddle and found themselves stuck.

So my high priced paddles no doubt

Get sold for the upcoming muck,

When nasty tales float back down creek

Of how paddleless faced dire woe,

Finding themselves caught in such reek

On a not so merry round go.

I pitch my paddles with appeal

For the up the reek creek oar deal.