Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Outlaw Fur Sure

On a scooter I scoot across

The border every day or two.

The border guards are at a loss,

Checking me each time I come through.

The guards are sure that I do be

Illegal smuggler of some sort.

The guards are always searching me.

I take it all as a good sport.

The guards are just doing their job,

Which they're not doing very well,

Because I am smuggling a lot.

But of course I will never tell.

A border crossing guinea pig,

Smuggling hot scooters is my gig.