Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Second Thoughts

In a potato patch I grew,

With lots of bud spuds all around.

Got fully grown before I knew

Time for all to leave underground.

But I was scared and so I hid

While my buddies got dug up all.

They tried to ease my mind, they did,

But I refused to heed their call.

And soon a lone potato, I

Was by myself, left in the dirt.

All of my eyes began to cry,

Cuz loneliness for me sure hurt.

Now lots of regretting does me

That hesitator I did be.