In profile stance, a whimsical sight behold,
A skull for a head, no sockets, nor nose,
With jaws clenched, yet not in anger's hold,
Gripping a munchkin, as if to impose.
From ribcage, colored wires gently gleam,
Electrical, attached to sweet within,
A meld of whimsy and a hint of dream,
A paradox where end and start begin.
Upon his back, a doughnut drips in bliss,
A chocolate top, a tempting delight,
He sits upon himself, a strange abyss,
One toe, a couch, in baroque delight.
Behold the couch donut, oddity's friend,
In his embrace, surrealities blend.
