Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Wash Away Woe

Over time I've got a bad name.

Medusa is a real turn off,

Cuz of bodies turned to stone fame,

Ado 'bout nothing, makes me scoff.

All of those nasty stories takes

A toll on this girl's peace of mind,

As well as the minds of my snakes

On my head, a hissy fit kind.

Hey, I'd rather be left alone

By those pesky humans who be

Nuisances better off turned stone

For being such bother to me.

Sometimes on a clear my head trip,

Me and the snakes do skinny dip.