chain

In whimsy's grasp, a sight bizarrely spun, A faculty-less head, a doughnut chain, Six rings adorn, in orbit, not in vain, A mouth agape, with fingers, three, begun. Above the left lip, a thumb finds sun, A pudgy form, a spectacle quite plain, Yet in its chaos, an eccentric reign, With screams unleashed, the scene's madness won. One finger, pinning down, asserts control, A solitary nail, a tether's end, Binding the chaos, a paradox whole. Thus, in this scene, absurdity extends, A sonnet spun from whimsy's playful scroll, Where doughnuts dance, and madness never ends.