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.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Revised Role

In my hammock just chilling out,

Umbrella shades me from hot sun,

I'm not a normal sight no doubt,

Being such a leisurely one.

The daily newspaper I read,

What's happening 'round here and there.

I'm a digester, yes indeed,

All sorts of stuff I keep aware.

A stranger to my swamp might ask

Why am I acting so mellow,

Not involved in predator task,

Usual for my kind of fellow?

Lots of swamp critters work for me,

A dela-gator I do be.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Superseding Reading

"The Old Man and the Sea" I read,

The book by Ernest Hemingway,

An interesting fish tale indeed.

Through the whole book I'll try to stay.

But at the point when the old man

Snags the huge marlin on his hook,

Tries to reel in, hard as he can,

Suddenly, alive comes the book,

The man and fish, amid their fight,

Sea waters splashing all around.

Unbelievable, such a sight,

A surprise to surely confound.

I'll try to read more later, no doubt,

But right now I just need to dry out.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Wizard of Flaws

Wanting to be a wizard, I

Did practice hard spell after spell.

But no matter how hard I'd try,

I did not seem to do too well.

While attempting each spell, I would

Lose my balance, then train of thought.

For spell doing, this was not good,

All my tipping over a lot.

But a wizard I had to be,

And so went with the spells I had.

Of course other wizards thought me

A wizard who was very bad.

Poor sense of balance wizard, so

Dizzy spells are all that I know.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Taking Advantage

The Carolina wren I'm named

By humans who build lots of stuff

That I make use of, so I'm famed

For being courageous enough

To nest where human stuff does be.

Now, an old house I'm checking out,

Looking for a good nook for me.

Needs a new coat of paint, no doubt,

But I'm betting, won't happen soon,

So taking advantage today

Of situation opportune,

A lot of paint peeling away.

These peeling paint strips I'll use best,

Material to build my nest.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 On My Exhale

I took a very deep breath in,

And then I slowly exhaled out.

Just as I was doing so, when

Kitty came curious no doubt,

Jumping into my lap, stretched to

Get close as could to my exhale.

Kitty's expression then did do

A rapid change in great detail,

From one of curious to one

Of extreme disgust in her face.

Her curiosity was done,

As off she ran to other place.

Kitty's look did give me a hint

That maybe I need chew a mint.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Wings on the Way

It's time for the young fairy to

Be getting wings so she may fly.

But first she knows what she must do.

To find her special flower. Why?

It be a rule in Fairyland,

A young fairy must empower

One to call for her new wings spanned,

That one be her special flower.

Thus, the young fairy, mission bound,

Searches through the forest until

Her special flower she has found,

And assures her wings to fulfill.

Waiting wings, the young fairy be

Upon her flower patiently.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Their Beginning

The two did meet by happenstance,

Came together on a blind date.

Was it beginning of romance?

Would depend upon Cupid's fate.

Lovely red rose he gave to her,

And she was quite pleased with the gift,

Very positive sign for sure.

Such good start could well uplift

Spirits of both he and she, yes.

And this did happen for the pair.

Their date went on with such success,

Very happily for each bear.

Though one bear brown, the other white,

Turned into Mr. and Ms. Right.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Empty Sadness

On dusk she came and sat on me,

Watched world go by, bottle in hand.

There was no doubt, drunk she did be,

But knew that I did understand.

Then, she'd stretch out and spend the night.

Her snores and gagging cough I'd hear.

And next morning, at dawn first light,

To get more booze, she'd disappear.

For many days, this same routine.

I was her place to sleep it off.

The two of us were a sad scene,

The passersby would look and scoff.

With sun rising, they came today,

And took her dead body away.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Truth for Tin Man

Red satin heart full of saw dust

Was best Wizard of Oz had.

The Tin Man knew shed tears would rust

Badly his face, though he be sad.

He sits upon a rock to cope,

Holding the fake heart in his hand.

Then Dorothy comes and gives him hope,

Told him truth he did understand.

He had good tenderness and care,

Already inside him a part,

With Dorothy and others did share

As well as any with real heart.

And hearing this, the Tin Man knew

It was not fake heartfelt but true.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Family Dilemma

Mafia princess, I got wed

To Daddy's second in command.

Seemed like a good deal, but instead,

It didn't go as Daddy planned.

Hubby decided Daddy need go,

Made an attempt on Daddy's life.

Daddy knew it was Hubby, so

Daddy offered me, Hubby' wife,

To prove where allegiance lie.

Now because Hubby was on guard,

Daddy causing Hubby to die

Was gonna be extremely hard.

Daddy's offer, I could not refuse,

Pushed Hubby overboard on a cruise.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 My Gold Digger Prospects

I am an old guy who likes to

Pick a young lovely on Friday,

Most likely a gold digger who

Wants to please me so that I'll pay.

So we go to a jewelry store.

I buy her an expensive ring,

Pay by check as I've done before,

Which I know needs verifying.

And so the ring, the jeweler holds

Until next Monday, which then would

Bring jeweler's and young lovely's scolds,

Cuz of course, my check is no good.

I know my behavior be bad,

But what a fun weekend I've had.