Little green iguana
Sitting on a rock
Pray tell-
You look at me,
Those eyes, knowing, taunting
What is your thinking-
Do you know
That it’s cold outside
And new children are being born?
All day you sit there
Basking, digesting
Watching with some ponderous insight
However, do you know-
That a right angle
Is equal to 90 degrees?
Maybe you do,
Maybe you don’t
Or won’t tell me.
Sitting on your rock
Vigilantly guarding some truth,
knowledge. Thee of ancient form-
But, little green iguana
Can you tell me this
If he loves me so.