Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Creature of Habit

I was born screaming lump of clay,

Helpless creature to face life's storm,

And being molded each new day

Into some nurtured, natured form.

And as I shaped I learned how to

Live in the world of mine around.

Some bad, some good I'd think and do,

Habits to find and habits found

That provided my comfort zone

To somehow get and go along

In living life that was my own,

Sometimes some right, sometimes some wrong.

Creature of habit I do be,

Some good, some bad that all form me.