Here’s a thing.
My son’s vital statistics are;
chest and waist 100 centimeters, hips the same.
He’s like a column, tube or cylinder.
And there are more statistics vital ;
- he dances 10 times more often than me
- he smiles 3 times more often
- he hugs 2 times more
- he sings – ditto –
Dance and smile, hug and sing:
like when honey oozes onto your tongue,
claggy with succulence melting your bones;
everything’s vital, hang the statistics.
Now there’s a thing.