E’en if duller than a non-Italian plumber,

you can’t have a book that smells like fresh rubber.

When all o’ the towels fall off the bottom rung,

a piece o’ relief comes from a butter cracker on the tongue.

Tasting the clouds’ gorgeous tears

is the only elixir that makes mine clear

—objective, scientific proof that happiness is a 0-sum game.

& this time I’m eating the whole banana.

Mientras todavía hay crema

haré magdalenas.

While there’s still cream,

I’ll make cupcakes.

If I weren’t ‘fraid o’ hidden poop,

I’d roll in the grass all afternoon.

If you run too fast,
you’ll miss the puddles.

You’ve had your fun:
now it’s time to put the Play-Doh^® back into its cup.