As it transpired, we lacked the passion
to push a small brass flywheel
through a single revolution.
'Oh come on!' I exhorted,
dealing my winky a backhanded slap
like it was an uncooperative suspect.
Your accusatory looks did nothing
to help the situation, but then,
you have always been about light and
contrast. Suddenly, the sun caught
your teethtips just right - I couldn't help
but grin. 'Choo choo!' I cried.
'Here comes the steam engine!'