See the merman on the pushchair
huffing and grunting
like Puffing Billy, steam coming
from his nostrils
negotiating a three-point turn,
searching for the short term memory loss
that is a morning milk bottle. Splash!
It slips and spills some globs
on the floor and leg rash.
Not dropped though
so no need to cry.
Just grin and bear it:
get used to rancidness.
No rashers till you shower
when the care comes.