Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Mama Was Wrong

I like to comb the beach, I do,

Looking for gals to pick me up.

Fret not sun burning my fur blue.

Admit I'm a horny guy, yup,

And like to make the beach my lair,

For luring the lovelies to me,

Some beast magnetism to share.

And very successful I be.

Mama warned, may she rest in peace,

Cuz what I am, I'd scare away

The gals, their fears would never cease.

But with this monster, gals do play.

Gal grabbing is easy pursuit,

Becuz I be monstrously cute.