Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Violation in the Garden

Into a garden a hare hops,

And spies a lush tomato there.

Feeling excited, the hare stops.

The tomato's squeezed by the hare,

Causing bruising upon her skin,

And her juices begin to flow.

On the hare's face is a mean grin,

As more abuse he does bestow,

Forcing the tomato to lose

All the innocence she once had,

Never the same from all the bruise

Done her by that hare, oh so bad.

Poor tomato, no longer pure,

Hare having had his way with her.