Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 You Make Me Tick

What makes me tick? I hear you ask.

My answer, it's a human thing,

A relatively easy task,

It takes to get me a ticking.

And matters not your state of mind,

If you be happy or be sad.

Emotional be humankind.

You might be fearful, might be mad.

But emotional state you be

Such, that somehow I be forgot,

Causes a ticklessness in me.

So please, I plead, forget me not.

That's enough of all this tick talk,

Gimme a hand, wind up this clock.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Entwined Opposites

In this theatre the crowd is

Often looking, not at the stage,

But upward for eerie show biz,

Where an encounter did engage

In the prime box, then long ago.

Gun shooting happened suddenly,

Causing a halt to the stage show,

Final curtain call tragedy.

The hater to the hated came,

Fateful destiny to fulfill.

Assassin, John Wilkes Booth, took aim

At President Lincoln to kill.

Often appearing, ghosts long dead,

One shoots the other in the head.