Sense Sonnet - Acher

 She Made Me Do It

Here we both are in the back yard.

I've dug a hole to bury you,

Not what I wished in that regard,

But something my spouse made me do,

After she saw you and complained

That was my job to rid her of

Your presence, and sternly maintained

I must do so to show my love.

So I worked out a trap plan that

Would lure you to your final end,

Which happened, and now we're both at

Point of a last farewell, my friend.

We're here now because of my spouse,

Who was afraid of you, a mouse.