Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 White Wedding

Little Sis got herself knocked up

By a slick traveling salesman.

Mama was fit to be tied, yup,

Daddy dead, I needed a plan.

So I tracked down the groom to be,

Found out that Chauncey was his name.

Sis'  gonna be the death of me.

But Chauncey understood my aim.

I walked little Sis down the aisle.

She looked so pure in that white dress.

Gave her to Chauncey with a smile,

And he knew I meant bizness, yes.

Bride and groom got their wedding done.

I even gave them my shotgun.