Like Father Like Son
By mark_yelland-brown
Tue, 17 Jun 2008
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A small boy enters the story,
and with one swipe of disorder,
chaos is restored.
I recognise the song he's singing,
in tune with the wind-up toy.
That darling with the jellified face,
and ice cream stains on his rosied cheeks.
"That wasn't me", I disclaim,
and knowing voices smart at the exposure.
"Maturity is a rotten apple anyway",
and he sulks and fades away.
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Are you watching an old
Are you watching an old cinefilm or video?
reading double meaning into
- 'knowing voices snigger at the exposure'
This is just so minimal, yet you have created an image in my head that lingers..
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lovely opening and the
lovely opening and the 'jellied face' is so evocative
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