Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Charon

Ferryman of the Underworld,

I, Charon, am stuck in this job,

Never a break in death unfurled,

I get the bodies by the gob,

To ferry over River Styx,

After a toll to me be paid.

Sometimes, I will put in a fix,

Like deal with live Hercules I made.

But doing this for centuries

Has truly become such a bore.

I need find something new to ease

The same ol', same ol' of this chore.

So I've joined a dating website,

Take my mind off this ferry plight.