Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 My Suitcase

Usually my suitcase is

A carryon that stays with me.

My last flight, the airline, gee whiz,

Said checked my suitcase had to be.

So I checked it and then of course

My suitcase got lost 'twixt and 'tween,

The airline said with feigned remorse,

Leaving me quite less than serene.

A month later the airline called,

My suitcase found, tattered and torn.

When it saw me, my suitcase bawled,

Looking oh so sad and forlorn.

My suitcase just keeps crying a lot.

Emotional baggage now I've got.