Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Kilt Guilt

Kilt makers was my family.

For generations kilts we made.

When the business came to me

I cut corners to lower grade.

No expensive real wool, instead

Cheap synthetic fiber I used.

Over time it easily shred,

And the wearer was not amused

When while strolling about downtown,

Suddenly a feeling quite odd,

He was naked from the waist down.

The law convicted me of fraud.

So into prison I was cast

All because of my checkered past.