Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 This Too Will Pass

On his way home he found me on

The ground, my headache did begin.

For me, no plush phenomenon.

This was gonna be a no win.

A lot of garlic food he'd scarfed,

And pushing me into his mouth,

Minced pieces of it out he barfed,

Covering me as spewing south.

Then on some candy he did chew

To tamper down his breath so bad,

And sticky on me did accrue,

Either or cussing lines I had.

This harmonica hopes that he

Soon reaches point of losing me.