First Cuts

I dropped my teddy,
And all I could do
Was build the Colosseum.

I drew some winged things inside, threw clay
At the walls and out
God came: take no notice of me:

I should have sat myself
On the naughty step. But I hadn’t invented that yet! Thank goodness.
When I was holding teddy

It was still a part of me. I didn’t think
Or make anything and I had no idea
God couldn’t be right: I just got on with it!

“You’re lucky you get anything.” Maybe it wasn’t
When I dropped teddy.

“Who did this? You again, was it?!”
O no O no!

“But it’s wonderful, boy! What a great theatre—
You’re a genius!” Teddy!

I am so glad I dropped it now
Because they have seen me

And said I’m a genius!
So I no longer have use for him.