A message came from Aliana Grace
to say the thongs – okay, ‘havaianas’
were unerringly what every little girl
would need first day she walks outside.
Aliana reached three weeks today, tho’
very sweet and much advanced I think
her chances of a promenade outdoors
in pretty pink will be a while delayed.
Yet judging her dexterity in SMS I’ll
have to think again – if she’s a prodigy
her ‘havaianas’ I deduce will certainly
be graced as well as glissé ballet shoes.
© 31 January 2010, I. D. Carswell
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