There is mud on hands
Deep dark brown
And green stain
The pants as well
Dusty faded jeans
Smoke when smacked
Bruised belly and scraped arm
****** lip from where he slipped
And a little bit of spit
Slightly teary eyes
Slowly start to dry
And laughter
And giggles
And snortles
And running
And bumping
And falling
It is all child’s play
A very messy job indeed