Spring over Christopher’s
shoulders,
tumble to the ground
tickled and giggling about
Tigger’s silly bounce.
Crawl over the baseboard
onto the toy chest crammed
with matchbox cars, dinosaur
parts, Woody dolls shouting “Howdy
partner,” and memories like
crumbled pinewood derby
ribbons.
And where did that pickle come from?
Poor Pooh
who only wants honey.
Honey, those pickles
taste good.
Don’t say it……..
Oh bother.
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