Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Cobra

I am a young cobra snake that

Was minding my biz till I be

Taken from my wild habitat

By some human who wanted me

To be the star of his street show,

"Charming" me by playing a flute.

Into a basket I would go,

For this money making pursuit.

Then he would play and out I'd come,

In some sort of trance, what the heck!

These human folks must be real dumb.

He died dumb as I bit his neck.

These humankind, I have a hunch

Are really quite a charmless bunch.