Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Falling for Foolish

You sing you're not the kind of fool

To sing to me about the stars.

So many singers are fools who'll

Strum such romance on their guitars.

But then you continue to sing 

And strumming your guitar about

The stars at doing a weird thing,

A bit of irony no doubt.

You say that all the stars had gone

Backwards because of all of my

Magnetism, the stars be drawn,

Such come on from a foolish guy.

Whatever kind of fool you be,

I feel you are the fool for me.