I‘ve captured a memory, of which I’m so proud
reflecting an icon of purest delight
to never be sullied with paint, I have vowed
and just what and how, I shall, to you, recite

while snoozing one morning, I heard the TV
Sesame Street was on for the day
I heard my young son, a year less than three
joining the singing and word interplay

I thought he’d be safe if I stayed where I was
I left him there to it, after all’s said and done
I thought I might nap just a bit more, because
he seemed to be having such wonderful fun

in hindsight, it’s true now, I have to confess
I know that I should have arose for the play
for when I did dress, it was not hard to guess
the letter that ruled this one Sesame’s day

the wall of my kitchen is covered in Qs
all perfect round Os in a skilful straight line
with cute little tails - a texta was used
they’ve been there a very long time
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