Hark, mucous nugget, back again
I lie awake wondering when next I will pounce
– and of you
from the depths of sleep I hear you call
but you are so very slimy
and I am a tiny teaspoon of sugar
can it ever be?
or, my apricot chicken, are we destined to clash?
a collision course
with a countdown timer that started the moment I noticed your height
The Lion of madness, the gazelle of angst.