Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Plan B

Grandma had sent me out to pick

Some blackberries to make a pie,

Asked that I try to do it quick,

To be baked by dinner was why.

I went into the pasture where

Lots of blackberry bushes grew,

Along with lots of daisies there.

Grandma did love daisies, I knew.

Most of the berries did not go

In the bucket but into me.

Soon I knew it was time to go.

Happy, Grandma would sure not be.

All of the blackberries I ate,

Picked some daisies to ease my fate.