Squirrels call him the jungle beast
Tinkerer, cooker of bad spongy tastes
Funny (sic) telltale
Up your gullet went his
Down his throat, and then into his
hoarding heart. Spindles of assorted foibles
that doesn’t make hair gray,
But whitens it.
Squirrels aside, (and even them) mistake him
for mischief, but tears do not know prank
from frank hate.
And neither, I believe, does Loki.