Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Ripped Apart

We did meet in a factory.

I was happy, I won't pretend.

The hunk took a clinging to me,

And I protected my new friend.

Together on a trip we went.

My hunk was fragile so I tried

To be careful and not get bent

Out of shape by bothers outside.

We ended up on a store shelf,

And soon some hand did pick us up.

And then fingers ripped in myself.

Sadly, I was left hunkless, yup.

That hand grabbed chocolate today.

I, the wrapper, got tossed away.