Walking With Uncle

What can you see down there, wee man of mine?What can You See Down There

“There’s something that round, and it’s small and it shines.”

Anything else down there, under that grate?

“There’s bits of some white – a busted old plate”

Anything down there you want me to get?

“No, you wouldn’t like it; it’s slimy and wet.”

But something is down there that you’d kind of like?

“Well, there is a little wee toy motorbike.”

So let’s lift the grate and I’ll reach in and grab.

“But we won’t tell momma ‘cause she’ll get real mad.”

We’ll give it a wash and she’ll never know.

“That’s what makes mum  call you my Big Hero!”

(originally written from the photo prompt)

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