Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Change of Plan

A string of rosary beads, we

Were shipped to New Orleans address,

Supposed to be a nunnery,

But some mistake was made, we guess.

We ended up with a Grandpa,

A widower and atheist,

Who took us off to Mardi Gras,

And clenched us in his sweaty fist.

At the parade, a float went by.

Ladies in bright costumes were clothesed.

Yelling he tossed us, the old guy,

We landed on a boob exposed.

All that we see and hear is wrong,

But guess we will just string along.