Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 A Bone to Pick

Some jerk did jerk this herring out

Of my water life to land death.

The jerk cared not at all no doubt,

Out of water I'm out of breath.

The jerk did take me to a house.

Onto a table I was thrown,

And then deboned by this jerk louse.

The table cloth had pattern shown

Of herringbone, a style to match

The pattern of my skeleton.

I soon got fried as Friday catch,

Then eating of me was begun.

This herring is happy to note

A bone got stuck in this jerk's throat.