Dingle Dangle

I feel the urge to splurge, oh dear!
I'm entranced by this dangling tongue.
So pink, new and full of tastebuds.
Complimented by the sweetest button-nose..and a dog, I guess.
I imagine a miniature version of me clutching on tightly,
Averting the drop to my death and inevitable splat.
Would a petit me splat, though?
Or would I bounce back up and land in the dog's nostril?
I guess it would be like landing in a wet cave.
I bet the dog would sneeze...ah gross!
I would definitely splat into the floor, now, with the added slime factor.
How do you recover from something like that?
Is this what it feels like to be a bug?
If I was a bug I would make music with my wings
Like crickets do with their legs.
Yes! I would start a bug band.
A prickly black and white caterpillar, with a protruding cigar, on drums.
A dung beetle on base guitar.
An ass wiggling bee on the trombone.
A dirty fly, with Blues glasses, playing the harmonica.
A lanky stick insect on lead guitar.
And of course , a husky Jessica Rabbit style butterfly on vocals.
Er...I would be the doop-wop girl who clicks fingers and has slick-rick moves.
The Big Bug Blues Band.
Rad.
Rambling complete. Over and out.