In whimsy's dance, where dreams and fancies play,
There dwells a creature, strange and undefined,
Devoid of senses, save the mouth aligned,
With pouty lips, in silent disarray.
Upon her head, two doughnuts find their stay,
Adorned with cherries, sweet and intertwined,
While one finds rest upon her knee, designed
To perch upon her patella's display.
With sinewy arms, she holds herself tight,
One finger tracing patterns on her skin,
In nonchalant embrace of silent night.
But on her back, a surreal scene begins,
A skull-like form with tongues that twist and fight,
Balancing cherries with a whimsy's grin.
Sonnet
pen on paper, digitized, tokenized.
