Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Wishful Drinking

From my rowboat, rowing I saw

In the calm lake a lamp float by.

Curious, so closer I draw,

And grabbed the lamp and rubbed it dry.

Then, poof, there popped out a genie,

Who told me that I had one wish,

(A cutback from the normal three.)

Since I loved to drink like a fish,

What to wish for was oh so clear.

So I made that wish on the spot,

And the whole lake turned into beer.

But then I had a second thought.

When my bladder reached over bloat,

I would have to pee in the boat.