Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Please Take Me Away

World War II, I am feeling down,

My boyfriend had been shot and killed.

Me. alone in Chicago town,

A lot of grief, my heart is filled.

I hear on the radio that

A flying saucer has appeared.

And from my high rise habitat,

I see it, so do something weird.

Onto my window ledge I climb.

The saucer hovers close to me,

Keeps coming closer, so hope I'm

Gonna become an abductee.

I'm waving to the saucer, yup,

To please pick me, and beam me up.