Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Mysterious Monk

Into a bakery I went,

And was surprised to find a monk,

Who chanted away as he spent

Time shaping donut dough to dunk

In deep fat to fry, and would pop

A done donut in his mouth too,

And eat, then chant, and did not stop,

As though on a mission to do.

I watched and I listened to him.

His chants be funny yet profound,

As doing donuts just a whim,

And to deeper meaning be bound.

The whimsical chants did inspire

Me, coming from this deep fat friar.