Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 My Game Up to My Name

Momma had breakfast ready when

I finally got out of bed.

And from Momma I heard again,

"There's chores that need be done," she said.

And of course I would put them off,

Giving Momma excuses why.

Momma would glare at me and scoff.

Then I'd look sad, Momma would sigh,

Give up bugging me anymore,

Knowing I was good at this game,

We'd played so many times before.

That's why Momma gave me my name.

Putting off excuses from me,

Cuz Procrastination I be.