Thump.
William lands on another grating;
Another fascinating, gloomy window
To another, ghostly world.
Thump.
This one has another William
Staring stagnantly back.
Thump.
There's a river somewhere,
Under his feet,
Tripping and skipping
Out of sight
In the blackness.
Thump.
Clang.
This one wobbles!
Clang. Thump. Clang.
It wobbles!
The oily, gummy water shakes,
Disturbed by childish glee
From its septic rest.
Thump. Clang.
Same again.
His attention rises to the grille.
Dirty William!
So we choose lampposts:
Infinitely high,
Sky rockets,
Flagpoles,
Maypoles.
William becomes dizzy
And at last,
At last,
Succumbs to the waiting pushchair.