Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Poetry on My Life

Sometimes my life does seem to be

A jig jag of confusing prose,

Not flowing like smooth poetry.

I get all tangled up in woes,

And get myself worked up to curse,

Spewing forth words so impolite,

Forgetting that I could well verse

Whatever's wrong into what's right.

I know from past experience

That I just need to take the time

To trade my ire for common sense,

To turn my discord into rhyme.

To find a rhyme for reason on it,

My life, I'll often write a sonnet.