Sense Sonnet - Acher

 'Twas the Fateful Night

For a long time he'd done his job,

Always could be counted upon,

Gave lots of people joy, a gob,

But came tragic phenomenon,

Was just a normal time and place,

Was doing as he'd always done,

But became stuck in a tight space.

And suddenly this jolly one

Was filled up fully with such fear.

The chimney echoed with his screams,

Heard on the roof by the reindeer.

He was a victim of extremes.

Early retirement, what a shame,

Claustrophobic, Santa became.