Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Creation

The aftermath of World War II

And lots of guys were coming home.

Partying lots she liked to do,

And so from guy to guy she'd roam.

A defense plant worker no more,

She started classes at night school,

With a day time waitressing chore.

She had ambitions as one who'll

Succeed in a man's world, so she

Used men like trophies on a shelf.

One night with one, so drunk she be,

Forgetting to protect herself.

Created as I understand

When Mom was on a one night stand.