With a teeter, a totter and a toddle

With a teeter, a totter and a toddle

He grabs a handful of sweets.

Like a rainbow that appears in a fountain

They tumble to the ground,

Dropping through the gaps in the hand

As a claw machine loses a toy.


The dye runs, smudges, smothers his hands,

They look like a playground wall.

He laughs, crumbs creep out of his reddened lips.

Along the surface of the carpet,

The scattered sweets are as big as some planets.

He traipses a runny nose through the universe.


Large blue brogues appear beneath the boy’s head.

From the floor his stubbly, pale face

And frowning blue lips amuses the little boy.

Like an unhappy clown who smiles

And appears even more unhappy, this was the man’s

Quiet manner. Who swallowed a handful of his own


turned from the boy into his bedroom

And shut the door.


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