Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Last Time in Times Square

High in a Manhattan hotel,

I watched the huge crowd down below.

Excitement was at a groundswell

As the neoned countdown did show.

The drink in hand, I chugged it down,

Leaned over the balcony rail

To better see Big Apple town.

Tried to pour another cocktail,

But spilled the booze and then did slip.

The bottle fell out of my hand,

And over that rail I did flip,

Not an event that I had planned.

My drop in Times Square beat the ball,

And a Happy New Year to all.