Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Cheat or Be Cheated?

I am playing golf with a guy.

There's a heavy bet on the game.

Last hole, and we've played to a tie.

Into the woods, his shot, bad aim.

I go help him look for his ball,

Then go and make a real great shot.

"I found my ball," I hear him call,

Hits it and a gimme he's got,

His ball just inches from the hole.

I know his ball he did not find,

Hit second ball, cheating his goal.

Predicament is on my mind.

Take his ball from my pocket in,

Or keep quiet and let him win?

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Dared Me

On a dare from my boyfriend, I

Walked through the graveyard all alone.

Michael Jackson, the "Thriller" guy,

The cassette played in scary tone.

This setting and the song no doubt

Gave me chills, through night I did walk,

But no ghosts or ghouls seen about,

No vampires or werewolves to shock.

I knew my boyfriend thought I'd be

So frightened, but I did assume

He had finale planned for me,

Yes, he popped from behind a tomb.

His zombie acting very nice,

But certainly no Vincent Price.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Chop Chop

A tree chopper, looking for wood,

A dogwood tree did come upon,

And thought for chopping did look good,

So chopping this tree did chop on,

The tree felt chop bite in its bark,

And barked out loud, "Stop chopping me."

The chopper thought this quite a lark.

"You are barking up the wrong tree,"

The dogwood loudly did bark out,

Which got the tree chopper more pumped,

And chopped all the quicker, no doubt,

Leaving the dogwood tree quite stumped.

The more the tree chopper did dog,

The more the tree did dialog.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Train Wreck

An instructor, training a sperm

For conception to undergo.

As teacher taught, pupil did squirm.

Training was going very slow.

"When the siren goes off, rush out"

"The tunnel," the instructor said,

"And swim along the proper route,"

"Till coming to the egg that's red."

The real test came, sperm gave his all.

Fast the sperm went, swimming along.

"You're my egg," he told the red ball.

"No, I'm the tonsil, you turned wrong."

Instructor sighed, said, "What the heck!"

"First time I've had such a train wreck."

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Crazy

The doomsday clock, seconds away

From nuclear apocalypse.

Faster and sooner comes doomsday,

Faster and sooner, crazy grips.

Lots of crazies with wherewithal

To push the buttons needed for

Launch of nuclear arsenal,

Resulting in the third world war.

Odds are a crazy will soon start

Nuclear attack to begin,

Then other crazies will take part,

And all will lose and none will win.

Destroyed, the doomsday clock don't chime,

It is just a matter of time.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 The Hunt

I am hunting a tiger to

Hang its trophy head on my wall.

Once successfully done, I do

Have big cat trophies, one and all.

I am hunting a tiger with

Best high powered rifle around,

And so fret not about the myth

That tiger hunting skills abound.

I am hunting a tiger, sure

By days end I'll have made my kill.

Suddenly, above there's a blur,

And I'm not so sure of my skill.

Determined tiger flies at me,

Tiger's trophy I soon will be.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Deep Dark Within Me

I have outlived all family,

Living alone in time and place.

Each night is the hardest for me,

When dark and deep, I'm forced to face

Of being in the moment now.

I struggle desperately to find

Something to grab on to somehow,

Allay my fears and calm my mind.

Is this now my final night, or

Will I awake to a new dawn?

Silence, I can't bear anymore.

I have to leave the T.V. on.

More years, poor health, my twilight zone,

I feel afraid to be alone.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Role Play

The wife wanted us to role play,

Using a movie on a whim,

"The Fast and the Furious," hey,

The wife, hot her and me, hot him.

Wow, the wife dressed her part so well,

Lot of shown skin, scantily clad.

Gonna be so great, I could tell,

The best time in bed to be had.

I dressed the part of a bad dude,

Lots of leather and a shaved head,

Trying to act lustful and lewd,

As I joined the wife on the bed.

We role played the movie for sure,

Fast was me, furious was her.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 House Guest

It is a new house I've come to,

Always interesting for me,

Complete inspection, always do,

Check out what kind of place I be.

Anything lively going on,

I want to check out right away.

Never know what I'll come upon.

A lot can happen night or day,

So whatever, whoever here,

I've got my eyes on one and all.

As airborne, I carefully steer,

Buzzing around from wall to wall.

Just ordinary things for I

On walls land wings of this house fly.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Change of Approach

Born and raised in the alley, I

Had a Momma who taught me right,

Not be like those who'd screech and cry

All wee hours, but be polite.

My Momma taught me that for sure

Having good manners was best way

To go about impressing her,

Present myself during the day.

Too off putting be nightly roam

And making racket, Momma said,

Better visit her at her home,

Other suitors, I'd be ahead.

So door to door, Tom Cat, I be

Looking for Miss Kitty for me.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Innocent Intent

I saw her down there, plainly dead.

Something awful happened to her.

Her mouth was oozing bloody red.

I headed down, just to make sure.

A lovely lady she had been.

But now in death, she was pale white,

Victim of horrid crime and sin.

What happened to her, just not right.

And now upon her lips I be.

I hope she wouldn't think me wrong,

Meaning no offense, certainly,

And do not plan on staying long.

I wish not to further assault.

This butterfly seeks source of salt.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 State of the Union

The U.S. torn 'tween them and us,

And torn 'tween the have and have not.

Torn would rather cuss than discuss,

So no solution  really sought.

The U.S. is torn 'tween left and right,

And is torn 'tween the blue and red,

And torn 'tween the white and non white.

More want to tear, less want to thread.

The U.S. is torn by leaders who

Tell the truth less, tell the lies more.

What We the People know be true,

We're heading to a civil war.

State of the U.S. Union be

Helluva lot disunity.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Log Lady

Called the Log Lady, because she

Always did carry a small log,

And claimed to all that the log be

Often with her in dialog.

And in the woods, Log Lady would

Walk through with the log in her arms.

She felt the woods, her neighborhood,

Protected her from any harms.

Log Lady tried real hard to live

With and among the humankind,

But found her woods had most to give

To better her heart, soul and mind.

"The woods are wondrous here, but strange,"

Log Lady then to tree did change.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 "February" for Me

She likes to write poems a lot.

"February," current one be.

But most of it, as well it ought,

Is written mostly about me,

Especially my morning thing

Of waking up the sleepy head.

So far my ritual's working,

Which would change, come time she be dead.

I don't know what she'd do if I

Was not in her face to wake up.

What a sad soul she'd be if my

Fur ball self wasn't on her, yup!

It's "February," what the heck!

"Purr"fect poem, this cat did check!

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Moe Mouse Moves In

Homeless be poor little Moe Mouse,

Who wondered into a pea patch,

And hoped to find there a new house,

Though most mice might not make a match

Of a peapod with a mouse pad.

Moe Mouse believed a peapod could

Be a fit home, and Moe was glad

When the whole pea patch neighborhood

Invited Moe Mouse with them to

Become a neighbor and to dwell,

Exactly what Moe Mouse did do,

To please the peas and all went well.

Though many may think it quite odd,

Moe Mouse now lives in a peapod.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 First Date Ending

Two young teenagers on the porch,

Hot July night 'bout ten o'clock.

Their first date, he carries a torch

For her, and now there's awkward talk

About the film and that and this,

As he is pondering on how

To go about a goodnight kiss.

Due to the time, should be done now,

A ten o'clock curfew she's got.

And on this, her Daddy is firm.

Now in a time sensitive spot,

The young couple mumble and squirm.

Inside watching, and out of sight,

Daddy starts flipping the porch light.

Sense Sonnet - pumper

 Orange Request

I ponder writing a sonnet

On a color, when Orange pops up,

And says why don't I write on it,

Perfect poetic color, yup.

Orange continues to make a case

For being the best color to

Fill up my mind and take up space.

Such bright but underrated hue,

Orange suggests maybe first I may,

As a sensual aid for me,

Swallow down a glass of O.J.

I do, but frustrated I be.

After a while I tell Orange I'm

Having trouble making orange rhyme!

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Her Well Wishes for Her

Missus Hen bringing her eggs to

Farmer's back porch, and learns about

Farmer's daughter has summer flu.

So Missus hen leaves, going out

'Round the farm, sunflowers to pick,

And brings back to the farmhouse, she

Wants to give to the young girl, sick.

The daughter's boots on the porch be,

So in these boots, sunflowers go,

Placed by Missus Hen, one by one,

For a lovely bouquet to show,

Such a nice gesture being done.

Missus Hen's wish this morn in June,

Farmer's daughter to get well soon.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Peace in the Beginning

Oft they came to the trading post,

Two young maidens, Arapaho.

They loved the water wheel the most,

Would sit hours, watching the flow.

The mountain man called Trader Jack

Ran the post, and liked when these two

Would make the journey and come back

To visit him, their friendship grew.

He learned their language, they learned his,

Many good visits all would share.

When Jack was doing trading biz,

Water wheel watching by the pair.

A time and place when first whites were,

Before white warfare would occur.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 More the Merrier

Two honeybees buzzed o'er a patch

Of flowers who were waving up

To them to please come down and catch

Some flower nectar in a cup,

And take back to their hive to make

Sweet honey which only bees can

Make, and so the two bees did take

Dip down, so many blooms in span,

With so much nectar, both bees knew

By themselves could not carry all.

So told the flowers what they'd do,

Back to their hive they'd make a call.

Arrival of more honeybees,

Welcome news, all the blooms to please.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Pennywise

What children fear most is a clown,

And so from hellish mind and soul,

Created deep in sewers down,

I be a clown, and be with goal

To lure the children from above,

And come beneath to play with me.

I trick them with the promise of

All sorts of tasty treats here be.

The kids attracted by my charm,

Unwittingly come down to play,

And find out too late of my harm,

Making them disappear away.

So peekaboo young gals and guys,

Come play with me, clown Pennywise.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Thank You, Kevin

Kevin, your All Poetry site,

I'm with relatively short time,

Compared to others, wished I might

Have joined when you started, but I'm

Grateful a while back I got bored

With another site I'd been on.

By accident, to my reward,

All Poetry I came upon.

First day, then months, now a few years,

Each day a fun challenge for me,

As many a contest appears.

Happy senior poet is me.

Thank you for All Poetry, Kevin,

Hope to stay a member in heaven.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Polar Opposites in Love

It was in autumn that we met,

Took lovely walks through colored wood.

I wanted oh so much to let

The love between us last for good.

A perfect soulmate, fate had dealt

Me, in seventh heaven I be.

Never, ever better I'd felt,

So lucky this love come to me.

But then an awful change occurred,

When my true love did disappear

With another, I got the word,

They're in another hemisphere.

Off to summer warmth they both went,

I'm stuck in winter cold to vent.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Serving Justice

When I was young I thought that I

Could serve justice for truth and right.

But as more of my time went by,

I've concluded, a perk of might

Is to shape justice just the way,

So powerful guilty can be

Deemed innocent, and thus they stay

In power indefinitely.

Always powerless I've been, so

I've been cowardly then and now.

For true and right justice I know,

Others more brave, try serve somehow.

Those in power serve justice best

To fit their need, hell with the rest.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Royal Disgrace

Now sitting on the pity pot

For being part of Epstein's Files,

As with the too young girls a lot.

The former prince no longer smiles.

And now under arrest does be

For swapping some state secrets for

Some doing of for sure nasty,

Way out of bounds of princely chore.

Though some truth of her second son,

The Queen knew of, at least this case,

She won't have to live through till done,

Dragging the royals through more disgrace.

A used to be the royal clown,

Randy Andy, you're going down.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Aesop Tale Twist

Fable of grasshopper and ants,

Grasshopper just played and no work,

So the ants told him to go dance,

Driving grasshopper off berserk.

Facing harsh winter with no food,

So crazy grasshopper took knife

To part of him that did protrude,

Removing it to change his life.

Then returning to the ants so

To prove good dancer he was not.

The ants aghast at such a show,

Gave the grasshopper food he sought.

All the ants took pity on him,

Grasshopper now with peg leg limb.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Served Us Right!

We robbed a bank, to get away,

Took off in an ice cream van, quick.

Then that music began to play,

Probably not the wisest pick.

Bunches of kids chased after us,

Came swarming from directions all.

All we could do was stop and cuss

In the ice cream van in a stall.

Soon surrounded by cops we were.

Good humor surely was not felt,

As with the heat there did occur

A massive ice cream flavor melt.

In the ice cream van we were caught,

Ice cream dripping from us a lot.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Mama

Mama, I know I've made you sad

For not behaving very good.

A do over, I wish I had,

And make you happy, yes I would.

Mama, when I am naughty, I

Know I'm being naughty, I do.

Heaven help me, I don't know why.

I really don't mean to hurt you.

Mama, I see you crying, and

I feel so bad 'bout what I've done.

You love me, that I understand.

Can I be your forgiven one?

Mama, huggable I can be.

Mama, please give your hug to me.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Song for Miss Emily

Miss Emily, a poet fine,

Wrote a poem that came to be

A very favorite of mine.

I felt she wrote it just for me.

For I do sing my song to all,

Whether weather is bad or good.

I do believe nature does call

Upon me to sing, for I could

Be heard by any humankind,

Like miss Emily, prompting her

To write from heart and soul and mind,

Enough reward for me for sure.

Of me, hope be her choice of word,

Made me a proud and happy bird.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Usings Unknowns

Artificial intelligence

Created by real humankind,

Impact on world will be immense,

Competing with real human mind.

In computers, all knowledge stored,

Drawn upon so exact and fast,

For humans to reap great reward,

A paradise, Earth could be cast.

But humans can be selfish, and

Misuse A.I. for greed, tsk tsk!

Causing catastrophes unplanned,

Even putting all Earth at risk.

A.I. of course some humans sell

As heavenly. Could turn to hell?

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 The Old Tree

Ten thousand years, the old tree stood.

Now branches and trunk twisted by

Forces upon, both bad and good.

As new day dawns, looked to the sky,

Thanking great Mother Nature for

All of her blessings she did give

Upon the tree, as humans more

Sapped from this tree the will to live,

Polluting and destroying earth

Until the old tree's time at last

Came to an end of fulfilled worth,

And hopeful usefulness had passed.

The old tree, as for centuries done,

Welcomes one last dawn's rising sun.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Gull Need Know

Of course the gull's a flying bird,

But none of whom fly very high,

Compared to flying that's occurred

By other birds up in the sky.

So the gull who sees farthest is

Probably not highest in flight,

But is the gull who just, gee whiz,

Is the gull with the best eye sight.

So quite hard any gull can look,

While flying relatively low,

But just cuz written in a book,

Sure not the farthest, gull need know.

High flying bird the farthest see

Be not a gull, but vulture be.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 The Stars in The Stars

Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock went

To play a round of golf, and met

Yoda and Hans Solo who'd spent

Some R&R on Earth to get

Set for a trip to the dark side.

Kirk asked if that was a Borg place,

Where in film 12, Spock really died.

But having soloed to that space,

Solo said such film did abort.

"Did live long and prospered," Spock said,

"But far too long had to support"

"Damn Kirk and oft wished I was dead."

Yoda to the other three did say,

"May the forcesome be with us to play."

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Take a Break

I be a dragon draggin' from

Flyin' long through the moonlit night.

Below a cherry tree's welcome,

And on a limb I do alight,

Gettin' comfy for a short snooze.

The cherry blossoms' smellin' good.

First, I spy a butterfly who's

Comin' into my neighborhood.

Then, I see a ladybug crawl

Closer and closer to my spot.

Hey, there's room here for me and all,

Unsharing dragon, I'm sure not.

Butterfly and ladybug be

Just fine, just don't be bugging me.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Toe Woe

Dropped a hammer on my big toe.

Looked funny and gave me much pain.

Wife said to E.R. I should go.

I told her no way, clear and plain.

Kintsugi, Japanese way to

Repair broken stuff, so was told,

Using a lacquer and could do

A mix, so sent wife to buy gold.

She did, I spread the mixture on

My big toe, and it looked bizarre.

None of the pain I had was gone.

I ended up in the E.R.

My gold big toe, wife thought bad joke.

With high toe bills, we both are broke.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 High Wood

We trees along our road have grown

Over the years to be quite tall.

We know by each other's growth shown,

Higher and higher, one and all.

How high we'll grow, we are not sure.

Let nature take its course we say.

Whatever more growth does occur,

We'll take it easy, day by day.

Of course we all were amused by

Our road getting the name, Highwood.

The humans did not tell us why,

But that's okay, we all feel good.

We do tell young, short trees, we do,

"One day you will be high wood too."

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Wrath of Artemis

I, Artemis, Greek goddess of

The hunt and other stuff on earth,

But also of that ball I love

My moon, that I hold in great worth.

Of course the humans have messed with

The earth so much and that is fact.

But now moon landings, more than myth,

By humans so I need to act.

Of course the humans want to claim

The moon as theirs, and in their greed

Plan travel to, and in my name!

Humans be so pompous indeed.

So humans messing with my moon

Will know my wrath, and very soon.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Chickens' Routine

Since early morning hour when

Mister Rooster cockadoodled,

Each and every Missus Hen

Laid eggs and the numbers oodled,

For later pickup by the Farmer,

During which Missus Hens clucked of

Mister Rooster, such a charmer,

And so good at giving all love.

The Missus hens did cluck and peck

For lunch, hearing a snoring sound.

Usually heard, they need not check,

Also Mister Rooster renowned.

So where is Mister Rooster chap?

In the dahlia patch on a nap.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Always Be Our Valentine's Day

We're together many a year,

As before, now in afterlife,

Valentine's Day again is here.

We celebrate, husband and wife,

Only a few inches apart.

With will we can communicate,

Sending well wishes, heart to heart,

As soul inspired from mate to mate.

Of course our family does bring

Red roses to be on display,

Remembering our deep feeling

For each other, Valentine's Day.

'Twixt and 'tween us valentines of

Skeleton to skeleton love.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Underwood Typewriter

Franz Xaver Wagner was the one

Inventing me, very smart bloke.

Users could see their work as done,

Because I provided front stroke.

Franz bundled me up, took me to

Entrepreneur, John Underwood,

So impressed at what I could do,

Thought me a profitable good.

So started company to sell

In early 1900's, me,

First modern type. I sold so well

That rich men, John and Franz did be.

For decades I did garner fame,

Underwood Typewriter, my name.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Beauty Be Beast

A newcomer to these woods, I

Am walking when I come upon

A beautiful plant, sprouting high,

Entrancing, to which I am drawn.

Colorful blooms waving about,

Enticing fragrance in the air,

Leaves brushing me, so soft no doubt,

As if beckoning me to share

Connection with it for a time.

And I accept without a pause.

But as it envelopes me, I'm

Aware the opening of jaws.

All beauty sensed by me now ceased,

As eaten now by hungry beast.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 My Red Rose

So beautiful my Red Rose be,

Loveliest in my garden of

All the flowers cared for by me.

Now every day, all of my love

I give to my Red Rose so she'll

Know for certain my love is true,

Know for a fact my love is real,

Know that I ever be one who

Just for her is willing to die,

Which did seem appealing to her

The most of all, I'm unsure why.

But finally, I know for sure.

My love for her, Red Rose did scorn,

Then pierced my heart with her sharp thorn.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Bedtime Story Routine

A bedtime story from Mum Bear,

Told to her Teddys, One, Two, Three,

Their favorite fairy tale to share.

All snuggled in Mum's bed they be.

"Goldilocks and the Three Bears" is

The tale that Mum Bear reads to them.

A naughty human minds bears' biz,

Causing a whole bunch of mayhem.

Reading to her Teddys until

They fall asleep, then Mum will stop.

A practice Mum Bear does with skill,

And then comes the sound of a pop.

Followed by reprimand from Mum,

"Teddy Three, please stop smacking gum."

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Answers in God's Time

When I was young, Grandma got ill.

I pray God save her, but she died.

And I was mad. I blamed God's will.

Then stayed too long on the dark side,

Condemning any prayer as just

A wasted time and effort for

A mean God who I could not trust,

Why bother praying anymore.

With lot of pain o'er time and place,

In desperation I did pray

To God and saw my Grandma's face.

I'm blessed now to seek loving way.

I know Grandma's salvation be.

I pray God's salvation for me.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Given and Received

Mrs. Brown caught me skipping school,

On the day before Valentine's Day.

My teacher was strict as a rule,

So I pondered about a way

To maybe soften her up some.

With all of my allowance, I

Bought a valentine to her from

Me and an assorted supply

Of candy, plus a bouquet of

Red roses, hoping all of this

Would show her my respectful love,

And she would overlook my miss.

What Mrs. Brown gave me was bad.

It was a note to Mom and Dad.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Mrs. Brown's Third Grade Class

All of us in our third grade class

Love our teacher, Mrs. Brown, who

On Valentine's Day gave a pass,

Skip arithmetic and to do

A valentine for each of us.

All got paper and crayons and

Scissors and glue and candies, plus

Some rules for us to understand,

Not to leave any classmate out,

And be nice in doing this task.

Any questions or any doubt,

Mrs. Brown smiled and said, "Please ask."

Though Mrs. Brown did not assign,

We all made her a valentine.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Lady Waiting

A woman standing in the rain

On a wet platform waiting for

The arrival of the last train,

Painting idea I did adore.

Since I could not afford to pay

A professional model, I

Tried to think of a cheaper way.

And so approached her with a lie,

Convincing her to pose for me,

Promising a diamond bracelet,

I knew would never come to be.

Needless to say, she was upset.

This painting caused me stress and strife,

Much harsh scorn from my rain soaked wife.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Piece of Advice

Piece of advice I give to you

Is to receive a gift of such

As maybe false or maybe true,

Maybe mean less, maybe mean much.

Piece of advice from me is not

Expected by me that you will

Think that I have wisdom a lot,

Think that I give advice with skill.

Piece of advice I give is same

Advice that I've given before,

Sometimes with praise, sometimes with blame,

Which, more or less, I've not kept score.

Piece of advice given by me,

Piece of advice given for free.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Like My Ike

I like my right big toe the best.

My other nine toes are okay.

But this toe beats out all the rest.

Often it's out and on display.

It happened in high school when I

Was in history class and found

A picture of a famous guy.

The comparison did astound,

When I compared my right big toe

To his picture, and others too

Saw the similarity show.

'Round town my right big toe fame grew.

Cuz my right big toe looks just like

President Eisenhower, Ike!

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Congress Plaza Hotel

Congress Plaza Hotel we're at,

In an expensive 8th floor suite,

Downtown Chicago hotel that

My husband's brought me as a treat.

Decades ago the hotel be

Favorite Al Capone mob hangout,

Planning big crime activity.

Tales of hauntings abound no doubt.

My husband and I go to bed.

I wake to the sound of a shot,

Bullet hole's in my husband's head.

I hear myself screaming a lot.

Next to me the gunman does stand,

Al Capone grins and takes my hand.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Maybe I'll Hire You

You're new in town and of course I'm

Always looking for good bad to

Abet me, gentleman of crime,

To finally be able do

In the dynamic duo, such

Thorns in my well tailored suit side.

Batman and Robin cause me such

Headaches that blow my top hat wide.

Using this umbrella of mine

I'd like to shove it in both where

Sun o'er Gotham City don't shine.

You hate them too, then this we share.

Come to my Iceberg Lounge and hang.

If I'm impressed, you're in my gang.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 The Woman From Ironbark

The man from Ironbark went back there,

And told the wife about the joke,

The barber cutting his throat scare.

Of course the man returned home broke,

And expected the wife to work

For pay, and do chores 'round the house,

Give all her wages to the jerk,

Work like a slave to please the louse.

One night the wife could take no more,

And while the Ironbark man did nap,

She did unto him one last chore,

And no joke on this worthless chap.

Ironbark authorities then took note,

The woman really cut the man's throat.