Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Driftwood

He was just a piece of dead wood

When I first met him, and so I

Carved him into best as I could,

Brought him to life just like that guy,

Pinocchio, but after while

He drifted away, and I learned

He be a cheat of lie and guile.

So poured some gas on him and burned

Him till he was just a charred piece

Of rotten stuff once from a tree,

Which I decided to release

As pollution into the sea.

Now just a floating burnt chunk of

Driftwood, unworthy of my love.