Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Never Too Old

When I was just a kid I be

My hometown champ at doing this.

Skillful extraordinaire was me

Hopping 'bout town in utter bliss,

Go up and down, go in and out,

All times, all places I am there.

Many did envy me no doubt,

As I hopped by and all would stare.

Now I am in an old folks home,

But got one from my great grandson,

Who'd heard my stories of my roam,

So wanted me to have more fun.

I yelled, wheeled into the E.R.,

"I'm still a pogo sticking star!"