Sprinkles

Hopefully the title makes the subjects evident.

Yellows, reds, blues, and greens

Dancing atop a cold creamy mountain.

With eyes closed floating in the shadows

You can actually taste Aurora Borealis. 

 

A dash for the sluggish

Makes em go fast.

Rest in peace poor Mr. Escargot

Courtesy of the curious children.

At least your flavor is now on the money.

 

At work tiny coiled black snakes are

Titled along the toilet bowl seat

As one watches the whirlpool

Drown them down the drain

One might ponder

“Were those really my pubes I cleaned?”

 

Perusing gray clouds

I opt to proceed without a parasol

A few drops never hurt a soul

If you don’t include Chinese water torture

 

Author's Note

Please let me know if anything is confusing, if you think something doesn't work, or any suggestions at all.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

You had me at 'You can actually taste Aurora Borealis', I'm not sure how you got to Mr. Escargot and black snakes from there, forget about the pubes...ha, but it's certainly an intriguing read. Love that last stanza, it's money, could actually stand on it's own.

[SomeSteve]

Thank you so much for your review. I'll try to edit it a bit more.
The idea was behind various sprinkles.
Ice cream sprinkles, sprinkled salt, ... Pubes and water lol.
Thanks again!

[Frieda P]

They have escargot sprinkles? ha....my pleasure.