A silly riddle

How do you teeter totter

with a mustached man

who is twice your weight in stones

and has his pockets full of junk?

And how do I get monarchs

and moths to alight

on my curlicued ears

when I am lying in the tall green grass?

There must be tricks to be sure,

but not truths to be told.

I suppose that I might begin

by looking for fireflies

when the sun goes down.

And then I will imagine pink lips

flitting over a weathered gray fence.

So I will make something sweet for you -

something as easy as rice crispy treats.

I will hide in plain sight

with my mustache died a bright pink

for fluttering April fools

and silly girls like you.