That mossy frog carved out of sugar,
clinging to the rocky path by the chocolate lake
is staring at you, my friend.
It’s watching you devour that flower
cup made of wax, yet plucked so readily from its stem.
Your purple coat affronts it,
as do you witty jokes, but it does
enjoy the children despairing over who will be
the one the blowing gum chokes.