“This book’s about as heavy as a pram!”
Said our mam, wrenching us apart like snail
Shells, “go and stand by that cardboard Batman
And don’t touch those chains.” Laura starts to wail.
Mam’s here to get “a nice statue” for her
Cousin’s wedding and some “princess” bedding
For their twins. I run to boys’ TOYS and hurl
Myself on football pitch beanbag – spreading
Daddy longlegs arms. I love this cool store:
where skinny women fill in forms with
straightened hair and lawn-mowed nails. Mam’s not sure
which queue to use, I giggle – chuffed at life.
The flat-screen giant beams as MP3s
Bounce out, “the future’s here!” And then we leave.