In whimsy's realm, where oddities abide,
There sits a being strange, devoid of sense,
With tongue protruding, mouth agape wide,
A strawberry atop, in recompense.
Its form, a sight of curious design,
With spandex tight, its body clad in red,
Exposed right ribcage, glimpses intertwine,
With fingers few, and toe, its limbs are led.
Upon a doughnut throne it takes its seat,
With sauce like blood, a gory, sweet array,
A whimsical entity, odd and neat,
In silent wonder, we its presence weigh.
Oh, bloody strawberry, in whimsy's sway,
Your surreal essence, in our minds, will stay.
Sonnet
