Sense Sonnet - Chiller
Sticky
Stick season when tree leaves are gone,
And winter snow has not yet fell,
A lonely time phenomenon.
You went away, I went to hell.
Now, bottle of booze a day, I'm
Sticking with as my only friend.
You now, just once upon a time,
And we came to unhappy end.
They finally came and questioned me.
When was the last time I saw you?
And they broke me down finally,
When I confessed what I did do.
I took them into the sticks where
They dug you up, I'd buried there.