Colin F. Jones

LOLLIPOP

She dropped a lollipop in the grass
That stuck to it like glue on glass;
She then tossed from her the thing away,
To melt in the sun where it then lay.
Soon the grassy surface had all gone,
In the light of day its sweetness shone.
Never to be tasted anymore,
It became part of the sorry straw.
What a waste, that poor Lollipop was,
The victim of a thoughtless toss,
But I suppose if it made no one sad,
The death of a Lollipop was not that bad,
Its fate might have been a slow succulent end,
Gurgling in the gullet of a happy friend.