The little boy in the pushchair waiting
for fireworks to start in the dark
took off his beanie and sent it sailing
over the damp and muddy grass.
His mother picked it up and returned it
to his head to keep him warm
but impatiently he spurned it
and threw it even further away.
Mum retrieved it, back in place,
but a third time the hat went flying.
This time she kept it to herslf
and told him off quite sharply to his face.
Mum went back to her friends in suits.
He kicked off his boots.
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