Here he is...
He’s a two-handled head.
A mug.
A tankard.
A froth of hair flowing over.
Don’t spill him.
But if you do want to be cruel
drink him up:
raise him by his ears
and watch his little legs dangle
and his invisible arms flail.
Swallow his smile.
His eyes will taste of surprise
I expect.
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