D0nUts iN pRogrEsS: bloody strawberry

In whimsy's realm, where oddities abide, There sits a being strange, devoid of sense, With tongue protruding, mouth agape wide, A strawberry atop, in recompense.

Its form, a sight of curious design, With spandex tight, its body clad in red, Exposed right ribcage, glimpses intertwine, With fingers few, and toe, its limbs are led.

Upon a doughnut throne it takes its seat, With sauce like blood, a gory, sweet array, A whimsical entity, odd and neat, In silent wonder, we its presence weigh.

Oh, bloody strawberry, in whimsy's sway, Your surreal essence, in our minds, will stay. Sonnet