Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Maze Daze

After a few drinks on a dare,

Into a cornfield maze I went,

Gulping from a flask while in there,

Made for a most confused event.

Through the paths I did weave and bend,

But no matter what turn I took,

Kept arriving at a dead end,

Feeling more and more of a schnook.

It sure seemed like a hopeless task.

I yelled, hoping somebody hears

Thank goodness that I had my flask,

Cuz only the corn walls had ears.

I wandered 'round that field for days,

Truly an amazing maize maze.