Tribe Of The Bobble Hat
Little Granddaughter stomps to each park shelter post,
hits every one in turn with two sticks, previously collected from under the
giant fir trees.
'Hahahaha! Dongdongdong!' She chants. 'Doggle, woff
woff woff shtay.' A group of cold teenagers lean into the wind, listening for
such sounds, out on a music project. They are barred from sharing any shelter
by the pink and fiercely bobble-hatted priestess. She stands at the head of the
snaking path, shouts 'No!' They shall not pass, but edge on, gloveless and
shivering. Dog lies on the grass, exhausted from her chain of commands.
The pink princess hath commanded and all must obey!
ReplyDeleteCertainly any child disguised as an American fireplug commands my attention and, hopefully, the obedience of dogs. A truly charming post!
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