Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Follow Her

She and I are taking a walk.

I like being alone with her,

Gives us plenty of time to talk.

She keeps my attention for sure.

We come to the edge of a brook.

She wants us to wade across it.

Gently flowing, it does not look

Too difficult, I must admit.

Off come her shoes, in go her toes,

Before I have a chance to say

Anything either yeas or noes.

Of course she always gets her way.

She does turn around, knowing I'll

Always follow her and her smile.