Meanwhile, Melody Muses…

Just like a family picnic –

you and your various mini-me’s assemble in riotous good nature,

a plethora of shapes and colours and identities and ages;

a neat baker’s dozen of assorted pastries

dipped in philosophical frosting

and whetted on the milk of human kindness.

Each brings its own flavour as a side-dish;

dessert is served in the sweetness with which

you coddle your brood.