like the sun up in the sky.
That goes on without you
spinning circles, feigning shy.

It tugs upon your apron.
Frivolously likes to play.
When did you get older?
Wishing for your younger days?

Each bead of sweat befalls you
like a sticky lollipop.
The clouds are ginger brandy
and it's raining licorice gumdrops.

Are your dreams that elusive?
Flittering like a dragonfly?
Slide down upon the rainbow;
land in caramel apple pie!

Oh that rascal moon!
It's just a chunk of cheese.
Are you feeling a bit mousy?
Take a bite of it; do please.