Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Ought Not Thought

Hot chile pepper I did eat,

Thinking in error it was mild.

Then my mouth erupted in heat

Like a volcano spewing wild.

Nothing else 'round to eat or drink.

I was filled with anxiety.

Maybe some cool air, I did think.

Thinking - not a strong suit for me,

As I went over to a fan,

And sat down right in front of it.

Got my face as close as I can,

Too close as blade and tongue did hit.

I should have ceased and desisted,

Now a bad case of tongue twisted.