Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Square Scare

A square, I was so proud to be,

A plane figure of perfection

With four equal straight sides of me,

And with each four corner section

Of mine with a right angle so

Of geometrical design

Giving me good reason to show

Off all these perfect parts of mine.

Such showing off I was one day,

When in a bad storm I was caught,

Was pushed and pulled every which way,

Suffered disfigurement a lot.

No more a perfect square, such shame,

Cuz a wrecked angle I became.