as the sun up in the sky. It goes on
without you spinning circles, feigning
shy. It tugs upon your apron,
frivolously liking to play. When did

you get older? Wishing for
your younger days? Every bead
of sweat befalls you like
a sticky lollipop. The clouds

are cotton candy and it's
raining lemon drops. Are your
dreams that elusive? Flittering
like a butterfly? Sliding down

a rainbow; landing in caramel apple
pie! Oh, that rascal moon! It's a chunk
of cheese. Are you feeling a bit mousy?
Take a bite of it; do please.