Poem for Euan

The fickle monkey at the gate
Has got me in an awful state
For what gained me access minutes before
Wont get me in there any more

You can keep your cigarettes and alcohol
You can keep your red-bush tea
When I need a pick me up
There is just one thing for me

It’s as plentiful as sand on beaches
As rare as pixie hair
The trouble is like busses
When you need one it’s never there

It’s dressed in cherubic snot filled garb
And spewed out through the air
And although you cannot see it
You know it’s always there.

So can I have one little man
Let me see you squirm and wriggle
I need it to see me through the day
Please give me one more giggle.