Something crawling this way comes

Upon a silent silvery day,
The cicakman came with dues to pay.
To seek his cicakwoman amidst the winding way,
And never to accept any resounding nay.

Nearer it swaggers along as it moves,
To the drumming beat of the heart, it follows its groove.
An everlasting love it knows it must prove
to dear Ol’Meme, sincerity to the highest roof.

Approaching its goal, he sees no Meme, A wandering cicakwoman, perhaps gone to eat her Maggie-Mee.
So pondering what to do, he stills awhile and simply be, Eyes scanning a towering batman mug, he spotted and did indeed see.

Up it climbs the towering batman mug,
For a bodily wash and a meal of bugs,
To coat its body with the scent of coffee,
That is so alluring to our dear Ol'Meme.


Feeling refreshed from the wonderful bath,
The cicakman continues on its path,
Patiently awaiting for the return of 'his' lady,
For a nuzzle and a bodily hug, maybe?


With a "Tan"-ner tone it hopes to succeed,
after dear Ol'Meme having vocalised indeed.
A chocolate hue by skin it competes,
but what is a colour against a name to impede?


with kind contributions from KKC... to be continued... (?)
for previous postings on the cicakman and cicakwoman,
please see Swishy Tail 1 and Swishy Tail 2.