Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Party Animal

When I entered the banquet hall,

I could tell it was gonna be

A soup to nuts chow down for all.

And dressed from head to toe was me,

In the finest fur that I had.

The wait staff were too busy to

Notice me, and so I was glad

To table hop and stop to chew

Tasty stuff already laid out.

From nose to tail I made my way

To every table no doubt.

Then I chose to call it a day.

All in all, a fine shin dig whirl

For this pre party crashing squirrel.