Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Cryptic Note

The wife left me a note to read,

But I could not understand it,

Must be cryptic code indeed,

And I threw the note in a fit.

The note did flutter through the air,

Seeming to mock me in a way,

Landing upon my easy chair.

I walked over to where it lay.

Surely did not want the wife to

Find out I could not read her note.

But on the chair I looked and knew

Right away what the wife had wrote.

I could read her note, but did frown.

The wife wrote the note upside down.