The boy looked at my phone, wide-eyed in wonder
As though disbelieving at a spell I was under
I was texting in English, what is the sorcery!
He kept peering up close, unable to help his curiosity
I was equally bemused about him scratching at his wrist
He was unhappy with his fake tattoo, perhaps afraid he might get dissed
I thought of reassuring him, it didn't look all that bad
But he was quite persistent so I thought good on you lad