Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Menopause

Signs and symptoms came and I knew

I was going through menopause.

My child birthing days were now through.

Just a matter of age the cause.

Knowledge of menopause I had

Gotten ahead of time, so my

Mind prepared for the symptoms bad,

Hot flashes, night sweats, mood swings, I

Went through them all as best I could,

Reassuring my family

That over time, all of us would

Have back done with menopause me.

The doctor prescribed pills to take

To calm Hubby for both our sake.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Fear of Fear?

Since a child, I don't like to feel

Fear about anything there is.

Whenever I've felt fear was real,

I've concentrated on my biz

To confront and overcome such,

Believing any phobic weak,

Letting a fear become too much.

Always a solution to seek,

Which I am always willing to,

So as to avoid feeling fear

I do do what I need to do

To make fear feeling disappear.

Always strive for a fearless me,

So phobophobic do I be?

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Penguins in Love

We're a couple of penguins who

Met and right away fell in love.

Waddles along the beach we do

Very often, enjoying of

Sensing the ocean waves that bring

To both of us, serenity,

Now as then with our first meeting,

When a twosome we came to be.

Leaving webbed footprints in the sand

Along the beach from here to there,

Every few steps in pause to stand,

Holding flippers in joy to share.

Our common love in full display,

We have great pride in being gay.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Honey

I be the food the bee can make.

Humans call me honey by name.

I be so sweet for goodness sake.

For centuries I've worldwide fame.

A favorite for sweetness, yup.

Flower nectar the bee does eat,

Turns to me and then barfs me up.

I'm full of sugar, so I'm sweet.

In the bee tummy be enzyme

That stays with me as I come out,

So I will not spoil over time,

Taste good for centuries, no doubt.

Lots of human consumption be.

From bee to human tummy, me.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Proper Etiquette

Time and place, nature comes to call.

Assure privacy, close the door,

Both in the room and in a stall.

Aim carefully so that downpour

Does not splash on the floor or seat.

If such a splash, then away wipe,

So next user won't have to greet,

And certainly have cause to gripe.

Be sure to flush, make sure down be

The seat, replace a roll if need.

Good washing of hands finally.

The job is then well done indeed.

Proper toilet etiquette is

Quite important, doing one's biz.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Delightful Sleuth

The village of St. Mary Mead

From London town, twenty five miles.

Lots of wickedness there indeed

That I would solve in murder files.

An old spinster, characterized,

Oft underestimated by

Many until they realized

Lots of shrewdness I could apply.

Cheerful, but expected the worst

In human nature to then kill.

I'd detect and these guilty cursed

My ending each tale with my skill.

Agatha Christie thought up me,

And Miss Jane Marple I did be.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Romance in Autumn

Autumn, the season we were told

Fate of fall that we fall in love.

Close together we two did hold,

Promises to each other of

Many more autumns to enhance

What we in this first autumn found,

Blooming on our budding romance,

Loving memories to abound.

Then as the autumn to end came,

We felt the pull of us apart.

Differing nature was to blame.

My leaving you did break my heart.

A perennial you do be.

Only an annual was me.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Trump the Ripper

Would be assassin with a knife

Runs on a golf course where Trump is.

Trump sees threat and runs for his life,

A scary news event, gee whiz!

As the assassin chases Trump,

News cameras do film the chase.

Lots of the footage gets the dump

To spin the truth that's taking place.

The Trump Derangement Syndrome rules

What the viewing public is shown.

With some clever editing tools,

Event takes on a different tone.

The fake news media, the source,

Trump stabs innocent on golf course.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Servicing My Queen

A mate, this male was in search of,

A scorpion to be my queen.

I found her, and I was in love,

Such strong attraction 'twixt and 'tween.

I grabbed her pincers at first chance,

Then stinging lightly to calm her,

Soon followed by our courtship dance,

During which I made sperm transfer,

Depositing my packet on

The ground for my queen to receive.

Done, our mating phenomenon,

It was my time and place to leave.

A hasty retreat it did be,

Before my queen chose to eat me.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 No More on T.V.

Political ads on T.V.

Just  be a gimmicky spin tool

Full of hot air of falsity,

Against the law should be the rule.

If a candidate seeks a job,

Should be an in person appeal

To small audience or a gob,

Depending how the people feel.

Up to each voter be the task

Of seeking out truth or lie case,

By probing questions each can ask

Of the candidate, face to face.

Whatever candidates must share,

Do on soapbox in public square.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Multitasking Tea

In ancient China, tea was the prime

Commodity formed into bricks

With many uses for the time

That folks would often intermix.

Could be used as a drink of course.

But also eaten as a food.

Herbal medicine, tea good source.

Skin toughener when weather rude.

Due to the high value of tea,

Having good supply and demand,

Became the preferred currency

On main trade routes across the land.

In China during time of old,

Tea often was prized more than gold.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Slumber Number

This kitty wants a quiet snooze,

But has a mistress who thinks she

Can play piano, and pursues

A pounding, ever causing me

To awake bad from a good sleep.

So the challenge for me is how

To rest in peace, and yet still keep

The piano out of bounds now,

While I am in my slumber time.

So I lay down myself where best,

Strong clue to the mistress that I'm

Wanting her fingers too to rest.

So opportunity I seize,

Cat napping on piano keys.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Old Wives' Tale

Late at night I awake to all

The screeching of an owl outside.

An old wives' tale I do recall

That such is death omen supplied,

Warning that one in the household

Will soon be dead before next dawn.

Exactly who be not foretold

By the owl as it then flies on.

In the house, only two of us,

My wife and I. But where is she?

Not in the room, I start to cuss,

Wondering where my wife might be.

Then from the darkness comes my wife,

Stabs my chest with a butcher knife.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Raining

Now it is really raining bad,

As through the window Hubby peers.

The look on Hubby's face is sad,

Could even be he's shedding tears,

Most likely very upset that

Before it did begin to rain,

The two of us had had a spat.

To him I made my feelings plain.

I wanted him around no more.

So now he's just in a big pout,

As the rain comes in a downpour,

Further damp on his mood no doubt.

Sadder Hubby looks, more I grin.

He's sad I won't let him back in.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Party Time

Time for big party circumstance,

As by the grapevine goes good news

Heard by all animals and plants.

How to party, each gets to choose.

Some enjoy in a quiet way,

With a lot of fresh air and sun.

Some put on a crazy display,

Acting like children having fun.

Most never thought this time would be,

When all could party knowing that

Life could go on and happily.

Mom Nature saved their habitat.

Why worldwide party has unfurled?

All humankind gone from the world.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Eye Popping Peeper

At last came Christmas Eve, that I

Was looking forward to a lot,

Down the chimney, the jolly guy

Bringing fun presents for this tot.

Of course Mommy and Daddy did

Say first I had to go to sleep.

So did as told, but knew this kid

Would later sneak down for a peep.

Which I did do at 12 o'clock.

Then saw a sight surprising me.

In fact it came as quite a shock,

Such sight seen by this young monkey.

An unbelievable sight, because

Mommy was kissing Santa Claus.