In a bar at a table we drink beer
full of cheers and cheers, cheer;
Andrew plays with musical toys
boisterous, boy-like, boisterous toys:
drinkers turn with ready eyes
and barmaids feint in mock surprise
at such momentous foolery now and here.
By the kitchen table, we chomp toast:
into taste and teeth and taste;
chewing faces - smiles like sun
it’s fun, it’s fun, it’s funny fun
and, as the sun drops Yorkshire hills,
our sample set of simple thrills
begins to end - a singular day is done.
Very nice. "Funny fun" makes me think you just read "Cat in The Hat" to Andrew.
ReplyDeleteI like that funny, fun.
ReplyDeleteAlways a nice suprise in the Toltecjohn storehouse.
ReplyDeleteWhat a cool poem ... I need fun in my life too!
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