bookworms

Your black eye that is encircled by

A capuchin monkey-fur colored ring

Is gazing at me

As your fluffy yellow body

Shaped like a slightly deformed Cheeto

Lies on a stack of books and papers

Maybe it’s the lack of a nose

But you remind me of the Sphinx

Unmoving and unchanging.

I don’t know a lot about you

Except that you appear to scare the crap out of my friend

And when he lobs you at me

After I place you on his shoulder Read more »