A Sonnet

I walked to the store to get some tobacco
Thoroughly enjoying the rising sun’s glow
Reflecting off the snowy expanse
Frozen breezes make my hair dance
My boots creak crunch creak crunch in the snow
Swaying along as I lurch to and fro
Pulling my pipe from out of my pocket
I load, spark, and puff, take off like a rocket
A cloud of billowing smoke surrounds me
I clutch at myself as I cough in a frenzy
You can’t fly on one wing, the saying goes
Another bowl is quickly enclosed
More billows of smoke pour out of my nose
Now I’m home, preparing to decompose