When you’re (nearly) two, going on (at least,) five
& your name is Finn Gerrit Andrew Struik, there’s
feasts o’ space for being discretely fey - thus his
shrewd & erudite ‘astuteness’ isn’t too surprising,
altho’ saying he believes he is but a baby, fails to
rationally surmise the suave way he engineers all
events so subtlety you agree with and play along
th’ same seminal path as his erstwhile eminence
But he’s a great mate who knows th’ proper way
blokes relate to each other; it’s like saying, this’s
how things get done - give us th’ room, come in
when we ring th’ changes right for you t’ see its
okay to join in; for me it’s like a holiday because
m’ wee pal kens exactly how t’ be a best buddy
© 13 March 2019, I. D. Carswell
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