Sense Sonnet - Acher

 I Can't Help Myself!!!

Go for the points, go for the gold

With a poem  why I should not.

Be intimate, honest and bold,

Golly gee, that's asking a lot.

Each poetry contest does be

A master making me its slave,

Yes, such an addiction for me

That I can't help myself but crave.

Hard and harsh and harassing, each

Contest puts me under its spell.

I go to any length to reach

Ecstasy as I go to hell.

For points, I tell the kids and spouse,

Win enough and buy our dream house!!!