What can be hotter, mouldier than melted sticks of wax? Its red is dripping through the nozzle to relax And hardens in a small and waxy lake, atop a piece of paper. Break Off the little bits of pearly wax, The spot will stay, Resist the time and reason. Prison again can be its suitable Companion on a line.
Brush over watercolour And watch it get absorbed Around the spot. Yes, water spreads like gossip. But what on Earth can be the wax?