Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Jake

On Grandma's farm and five years old

I went for a walk in the wood.

Didn't tell Grandma, being bold.

Jake, the cat, came, turned out good.

Cuz when 'bout to sit on a rock,

I heard Jake hiss, and then rammed me.

Falling aside, I was in shock.

Jake fighting fast, I could not see

What, just that Jake's teeth and claws tore

At whatever with deadly aim.

And then Jake squealed louder and more

Till Grandma heard him and she came.

And Grandma said, "Thank God for Jake,"

Seeing the dead copperhead snake.