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Thank you Dad, for the full-size,

rolling Dalek you built for me,

that became firewood, as I didn’t

play with it, enough; and for the

fort you built for my soldiers,

with moss crawling up its walls;

and thank you, for teaching me

to shoot and fence with foil and

sabre, as you thought your own

son should know.

He looked at the plated meal before him

with a degree of deliberation.

He didn’t mind the colour, or a variety

of tastes, but…

there was that Brussels Sprout, the one

with its cut bottom looking upward.

“It’s mocking me,” he’d thought, as his

fork was brought into the fray, its tines

sharp enough to pierce many a cooked

vegetable.

And gently he pushed the offending,

green miscreant, to the edge of his plate;

hoping he’s none in his teeth, as a long

wait, he’d finally got a date.

“There goes my baby..”

“stay with me..” a 60’s

melody, plays just for me,

as I think of last night and

a fight, I wished we’d not had:

and, “there goes my baby..”

sings the tapes sad refrain.