Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Pity Me!

I sent my old servant, Ralph, on

A special errand to transport

A prized possession early dawn.

Old Ralph, an absent minded sort,

Somehow he got himself off course

While traveling a country road,

Going slow with the cart and horse,

So as not to jostle the load.

Apparently Ralph stopped to check

Out a tar pit, and the horse reared,

Dumping cart contents, what the heck!

Into the pit all disappeared.

At the bottom of the tar pit

Is stuck my coffin - me in it!