Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Changing Therapists

Under my bed the monsters be,

A phobia I've had for years,

Spent a fortune on therapy

But never been cured of these fears.

After leaving my therapist,

Upon a park bench did sit I.

My monster fears still did persist.

Next to me sat a homeless guy.

I found myself telling him 'bout

Monsters under my bed did stay.

I was so desperate no doubt.

The homeless guy to me did say,

"Forget the therapy, instead,"

"Just saw the legs off of your bed."