Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Pick a Peeve

Be a giraffe with a sore throat,

Or centipede with itchy feet?

A quirky question I do note,

Neither pick of happy receipt.

But I will pick the giraffe be,

Then swallow the centipede, sure

From what I hear, a remedy

To give a giraffe, sore throat cure.

And sure enough, soon after I

Swallow that centipede, there is

Throat pain relief in good supply,

As gone is the soreness, gee whiz!

No more sore throat, but still a hitch,

Cuz this giraffe's throat now does itch.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Snowman Cometh

Christmas Eve and the first snowflake

Fell outside to my great delight.

While gingerbread cookies did bake,

The snow kept falling, lovely white.

Then soon I heard the doorbell ring.

I answered and a snowman stood.

The song, "White Christmas," he did sing,

A little off key, but still good.

Invited in, he came with me.

Sipped hot chocolate, he and I,

Sitting next to the Christmas tree.

But far from the fireplace. Guess why!

We waited for Santa with joy,

I, good girl, and snowman, good boy.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Waterless World

Over Earth a strange comet flew,

And suddenly all water gone.

Worldwide panic of what to do

With waterless phenomenon.

This dire life ending circumstance,

Humans accepted, good and bad,

While rest of animals and plants

Lived as before with time still had.

And how much time there was left would

Depend on type of life form be.

But just a few days was all could

Survive lives of humanity.

All water gone, there came the worst,

All living on Earth died from thirst.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 I Got the Microphone

I've a microphone now in hand

To give my side, and none too soon,

So the public can understand

I'm the victim of Looney Tune.

So called hero Roadrunner is

But a beeper who's full of bleep,

Always abusing me, gee whiz.

Just self defense against that creep

Who's bribed the cartoon writers with

Making a villain out of me.

I'm a lovable guy, no myth,

Really Saint Wile E. Coyote.

Using the Acme microphone,

It blew me up, I should have known.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Best Wishes

I am a lazy poet so

Paid the silver membership price,

So have to comment, I'd forgo.

Though comments on my work feel nice.

And thus I understand A.P.

Setting some requirements that would

Support comments on poetry.

Constructive commenting is good.

I hope your decades on this site

Have more memories good than bad.

You need do what you feel is right

Over frustration now you've had.

I understand the rage you feel,

And hope you find a better deal.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Unasked Witness

Assassinating J.F.K.

Was there a second shooter who

Fired gunshots on that tragic day?

Such never has been proven true.

But still a large majority

Of public consensus believes

That a second shooter did be,

And authorities still deceive.

I was shooting witness of course,

But never asked to testify,

Though I would be the surest source,

But not called upon. I know why.

Was there a second shooter role?

Still secret of this grassy knoll.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Dolls in the Window

The dolls be in the window of

The toy shop watching people pass,

Hoping someone will fall in love

With one of the dolls, lad or lass.

With all the someones who do stop

And look at the dolls for a while,

Some decide to come in the shop,

And on their face a buying smile.

And then that someone with a doll

Does leave the shop and happy be

For doll chosen, the others all

Hoping next time, perhaps choose me.

The dolls know they are made for joy

To bring a little girl or boy.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Occasion for Chaos

Soft and sweet has turned Halloween.

Trick or treaters are deemed so cute.

Candy companies hype the scene

In making more profit pursuit.

So when I left the pumpkin patch,

And was carved out with my big smile,

I thought up some chaos to hatch,

Then carry out in gruesome style.

So in suburbia I be,

Upon the preacher's porch I sit.

Appear so innocent is me.

In welcoming fashion I'm lit.

When a kid does say, "Trick or treat,"

Then this Jack O'Lantern does eat.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Fun Done

Wintertime when we arrived,

A lovely full leaved tree we chose.

And on its branches we all thrived.

On every branch we sat in rows.

Whenever people came around,

Before of us they were aware,

Together we'd make screeching sound,

Giving the people quite a scare.

As summer left, the leaves left too.

Approaching people saw we were

In this tree, so we could not do

Our fun surprise of them for sure.

Autumn, a lonesome crow I be.

My murder's gone on without me.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Jack Finds Love

A Jack O'Lantern, I'm so shy.

No female pumpkins in the patch

Give me any attention. Why?

I think I be a real good catch.

So even with a big carved grin,

I am feeling so very down,

Needing to be recarved, and then

Showing instead a real big frown.

Then a miracle does occur.

Under the full moon, she nears me.

I have love at first sight for her,

And now a couple we do be.

It is no trick, but such a treat

That Jill O'Lantern I did meet.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Host with the Most

They're welcome guests, I am their host

On this lovely, bright sunny day.

Butterflies say they like me most.

I treat them in a special way.

Lots of rich nectar they can drink

From many taps that I provide,

The best there be around, I think,

Always plenty to be supplied.

I've lots of room for butterflies

To land and rest while drinking's done,

Ample space thanks to my large size

For warming their wings in the sun.

A happy sunflower I be

When the butterflies visit me.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 The Great Pumpkin

The Great Pumpkin. Mr. Schulz named

Me in the "Peanuts" comic strip.

Though unseen, I still became famed.

Each Halloween I'd take a trip

From the pumpkin patch, mission to

Deliver a big bag of toys

As presents for all of those who

Be believe in me girls and boys.

Of all the Peanuts gang, just one,

Linus, believed I did exist.

Though my gifting never be done,

Linus' faith in me would persist.

Linus, now in his late sixties will

Await my Halloween coming still.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Huff and Puff

We are Huff and Puff, dragons who

Do share a sweet tooth 'twixt and 'tween,

Loving lots of cookies to chew,

A favorite and fun cuisine.

So when humans and elves did fail

To meet high standards that we set

On our good cookie baking scale,

We sought inside ourselves to get

Fire breathing ovens for to make

Very own cookies just the way

That we wanted each batch to bake.

But soon high hopes turned to dismay.

We, Huff and Puff, so sadly learnt

Too hot our ovens, cookies burnt.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Heed Truth Known

Forever, inquiring minds do

Wonder if E.T.s do exist.

Lots of fiction, but what is true?

Seeking that truth, some do persist.

For some, such truth may have been found,

That secret to be shared some day,

Perhaps when all the world be bound

For destruction in nuke array.

Which no doubt does grow as a threat,

The more that humans do evolve.

But if to such a truth we get,

An E.T. may or may not solve.

Whether or not E.T.s be known,

Humans should save Earth on our own.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Looking Back at a Human

Small lounging lizard, I am one,

As I breathe in lots of fresh air,

Enjoying soaking up the sun.

And then I see a human there,

Who's just standing and watching me.

From instinct and experience, I

Know hard to predict, humans be.

Some good, some bad, I don't know why.

So I decide to just look back,

Hoping my best guess does not fail.

And the human makes no attack,

Now seeming on the harmless scale.

Again feeling safe and secure,

I'm breathing easier for sure.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 The Same Look No More

He saw me as a cute young girl,

This cute young boy, look of desire.

So I gave a flirtatious twirl

That really set his heart on fire.

Then gave him back my coy look of

I be a sweet prize in his quest,

Seeking to find juicy young love.

He came closer to me in zest.

But as his hand reached out to me,

His look changed to one of alarm,

No longer look of lust had he,

As my look now promised him harm.

Then the cute young girl of me ceased,

Becoming a bloodthirst beast.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Love Story

With full moon, one Halloween night

A vampire and a werewolf met,

Neither one showing any fright

That the other posed any threat.

The werewolf howled, the vampire hissed,

Both in an affectionate way.

At first they held hands, then they kissed.

Together all night, both did stay.

Then just before came the dawn break,

They moved the vampire's coffin to

The werewolf's cave, and there did make

Their happy home as their love grew.

They still are both in love, I'm glad,

Because they are my Mom and Dad.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Crawling on Herman Hill

Long suffering wife, I'm here to tell

That marrying him was huge mistake.

Life with mean Herman Hill was hell.

At last I had all I could take.

So with him on a camping trip,

I waited till he did pass out

From drugs he drank that I did slip.

Then dragged him to the spot no doubt,

Authorities would find him dead

By accident, passed out upon

Home to those, Hill I would provide,

Plenty of flesh they could chew on.

My Hubbyless dream to fulfill,

Red ants crawling on Herman Hill.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Making Two Choices

A drunk and druggie I became,

Slave to addiction master's voice.

My life was filled with guilt and shame,

And for too long that was my choice.

At last, attempted suicide,

And God sent strangers to save me.

Lots of love and caring supplied,

Gave me strength to seek recovery,

Which I found and the path I chose,

One day at a time, since no cure.

But since, the better my life goes.

Life saving choice I made for sure.

Whether addiction I'd pursue,

I got some help and chose not to.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Call for a Spell

It is my favorite time of year,

Under full moon on Halloween.

I snap my fingers and appear,

Fun loving witch now on the scene.

I love to watch little kids go

Trick or treating, all costumed up.

But then some naughty humans show,

And steal all the childrens' treats, yup.

Lesson that naughty does not pay

Needs to be taught and learned real well.

To the naughty humans I say

My very lesson learning spell.

Those naughty humans get surprise,

As all turn into butterflies.

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.