DO NOT FAWCET

He passed me in the push on Pitt
a strong determined stride
a yellow fluoro shirt – good fit,
and on it metres away, I read

in bold black letters

‘INFANT FEEDING.’

 

Yes, you can hire a man discreet
to pay your bills and cook,
walk your poodle down the street,
but infant feeding made me look

how could this man

do such complex work?

 

In his bag did he have cash
and toy-lets to distract,
gavage tubes and milk, with dash
of brandy , bribes lest they react,

books of instructions,

sedatives for fathers?

 

Now closer to me I could tell
his sign I had misread  –
‘INSTANT PLUMBING’ – very well:
maybe he is a Jack of Trades

able to feed sprogs

while repairing taps?