Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Twist and Shout

The year was 1963,

"Twist and Shout" by The Beatles band

On the radio playing be.

I am a teenager fan and

In the back yard digging a hole.

The sides cave in on me and I

Find myself stuck in this dirt bowl,

And I can't climb out, hard as I try.

"Come on and make it on out" do sing

The Beatles to me loud on air.

But no help do these lyrics bring,

As in the hole I'm still stuck there.

All I could do was twist and shout,

Till Dad found me and pulled me out.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Blossoming Snow White

While with the seven dwarves, Snow White

Did go through normal puberty,

Which gave the seven dwarves delight,

And very horny each did be.

Even Grumpy not as before,

And like the others did become

Acting as Happy more and more.

Snow White aroused the sevensome.

Doc being the most mature tried

To counsel the other six to

Put their lustful feelings aside,

And show Snow White their friendship true.

All seven dwarves felt very bad

About their shortcomings they had.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Best Halloween Ever

Halloween, five year old witch, I

Was with Mom in my neighborhood,

Starting to trick or treat and try

To get lots of candy, yum good.

At the first house across the street,

A happy clown came to the door.

"Beep, beep" his horn to me did greet.

Then all of a sudden, before

I said, "trick or treat," the clown took

Off his mask and did smile at me.

I gave this clown a closer look.

Then in a hug we two did be.

Yes, my best ever Halloween,

With my Dad, an on leave marine.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Using and Losing

Bubba Bo Boone is on a high,

Laughing out loud, scratching his head.

Hillbilly heroin is why.

Just skin and bones as he has shed

A lot of weight using this stuff.

But Bubba Bo is hooked on it.

Any amount is not enough,

Just has to have hit after hit.

His family and friends have tried

To get help for Bubba Bo but

He just continues his downslide,

Going deeper into hell's rut.

Only a matter of time that

Bubba Bo becomes a sad stat.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Forked Royal

Place setting for the silverware

Beside the plate was a big thing,

And I was chosen to be there,

The fork that was fit for the king.

But a lamebrain servant put me

Down in the wrong place at the end.

More than a "tine"y snub this be,

A point just I could comprehend.

And when the king sat down, of course,

His elbow knocked me to the floor.

For the whole dinner fate did force

Me, bent out of shape to the core.

Down set this fork is still upset.

I won't fork give and won't fork get.