Playing

I'm playing with a poem
Prodding and poking it into position
It's stubborn this one
Won't sit

I take it for a walk
Showing it pavement patterns
Letting it bend in the breeze
Still stuck fast

I buy it beer
It contemplates crumpling
But over-indulging
Forgets

Staggering home we meet a child
Can I have a go with your poem mister
You're not doing it right
And off it goes
Skipping and dancing along
With its new friend