April 7

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