Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Child's Play

I am a golf ball in Dad's bag.

Son, little Tommy, comes along.

I'm in his hand, but I don't nag,

But feel that something will go wrong.

Cuz Tommy also does pull out

A club and puts me on the floor,

And then I hear a real loud shout.

He smacks me hard as he yells, "Fore!"

I bounce around the room a lot,

Hitting all sorts of stuff, then pass

Through the big window the room's got.

There are the sounds of breaking glass.

Out in the yard in a bad lie,

I can hear little Tommy cry.