Sense Sonnet - Acher

 In a Holed Pattern

Henry and Liza sang a song

About a hole in poor ol' me,

A cute song, but ended up wrong,

Cuz no hole fixing did there be.

As a result, I'm still not used

For fetching water as I should.

Liza and Henry, still confused,

Nice folks, but doing me no good.

So I feel sorry for myself,

Cuz nothing else for me to do,

Discarded on a dusty shelf,

And a hole lot of feeling blue.

I am that bucket, still with goal,

To find someone to fix my hole.