I spy with my little eye

I spy with my little eye

Something beginning with ‘L’

And it is everywhere…

Leaves...no

Lines...no

Ladders...no

Little people in pyjamas

No Grandad

There are no little people

In pyjamas in the street

Leaping gnomes...no

Long legged ladies in Land Rovers...no

Limping policeman...no

Languid laundry...no

I don’t know what that is

Limpid puddles...no

Liquid lunch...no

Grandad I can’t see any liquid

Lights...no

Lamps...no

Lamp posts...no

Lines...no

You said that already

Lazy bones...no

Lardy boys eating hamburgers

Looking for a lost lunch box...no

Laughter left over

From last Christmas

No

Lumpenproletariat

No

Lost boys

No

Las Vegas

No

Leafy suburbs

No Grandad...give up?

Okay

It is love Grandad

Love isn’t something you can see

Oh yes it is Grandad

It is all around

Everywhere

Do you see it now?

I do.