Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Smugglers

On a motorbike, monkeys two

Cross the border every week.

And each time the border guards do

A search for smuggled stuff to seek.

Both the monkeys are searched each time,

All their possessions searched also,

But never clue of any crimes,

Guards have to let the monkeys go.

The two monkeys are smuggling, yes,

But never give a hint or tip.

And so the guards do never guess

What is being smuggled each trip.

The monkeys laugh as they drive by.

They're smuggling motorbikes is why.