Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Hot Dot Wrought

After few drinks at home, high noon,

Went to my window, dropped my drawers,

And to outside world did my moon,

Along with my giggle uproar.

Stayed put, and continued to drink.

Felt the hot sun on my bare skin,

Not giving any thought to think

Of consequences of my sin.

Then I felt sharp pain suddenly,

And looked behind, quite horrified,

Saw and smelled smoke coming from me.

Through the glass, the sun magnified.

A single black dot had begun,

Turned into a case of "arsesun."