Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 The Chair

For Christmas my mom-in-law came.

My wife and I got her a chair,

Expensive lounger of brand name,

Guaranteed against wear and tear.

There were pockets and holes so that

One could hear lots of stuff at hand,

Convenient in home habitat.

Mom-in-law thought that it was grand.

Into the plush seat she did sit,

Asked what all the buttons were for.

I said for varied feel goods, it

Included massage speeds galore.

"Electric," I said with a grin

And proceeded to plug it in.