Maybe I have no need

Maybe I have no need

But I do concede

There to be

Very few truths

But as every child knows

If you hide behind

Your hands

You do become invisible.

It works every time

I saw it happen

One moment she was there

The next moment gone,

As mum played along

In her baby voice.

The one that sets most

Men on edge

When they hear it

Because they think

It sounds childish

Makes them look foolish.

Children need

To learn how to be…

And what to do

In the modern world

Not be shown how to

Coochy coo

And Scooby doo.

Playing games of tease

In motherese.

How will that help them

Solve a quadratic equation,

Find a cure for cancer,

Unify the world,

Be the one

With a word to match

Every occasion.

But hang on a minute,

Maybe you were

Being a little too hasty

With your assessment

Of the situation,

Perhaps you

Should not be so quick

To rush to judgement,

Keep an open mind,

She might have a point.

Because when she

Dropped her hands

And pulled a face

She lit up

The whole bloomin’ place.

And we all laughed.

The staff,

The customers,

The whole blessed café.

I guess you were wrong

It is not highbrow rhetoric,

Or intelligent conversation

We need,

Whether it be spiritually

Enlightening,

Arcane or esoteric.

For mass communication

To succeed

Put the tip of your thumb

On the end of your nose

Wiggle your fingers,

Scrunch up your toes,

Stick out your tongue,

Blow a raspberry

Make it long and loud,

Believe me,

You will bring the house down

And for a few precious moments

Be proud,

Go on…look round

As not the faintest trace

Of a jumped up, straight laced

Grumpy face,

Is left to be found,

Here, there…or anywhere.