Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Hunger Game

Not yet dawn, I am on the lake,

An early fishing start to get.

But breakfast I forgot to take.

Not a single fish caught as yet.

So in my boat under moonlight,

My tummy in a rumbling growl,

Missing my breakfast, such a plight.

"Oh, why me!" to the moon I howl.

Search, but nary any food be.

Hallucinations do begin,

As my hunger takes over me.

Make believe, I find myself in.

Pancake moon in a skillet sky,

With star sparks from the battered fry.