Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Dealmaking Genie

A genie in a bottle, I

Am waiting for a rubber who

Will someday soon just happen by,

And a good right rubbing can do.

Many rubbers have come along

Over these many centuries.

But all of them have rubbed me wrong.

Yes, I admit I'm hard to please.

So now I see you out there hold

This bottle with me you just found.

Baby, why you being so cold,

Tossing me back onto the ground?

Hey, instead of walking away,

Let's barter on the price you'll pay.