wellies

cough splutter laugh mutter
to the splish splosh of
bright wellies in mud

we're wet and we're wild
releasing Inna child
set free in the slinging of filth

milf that i be
in thick soil we're set free
rolling, tussling drenched

coating our arms
concealing our charms
watched by the boys on the bench

hair clinging to face
in thick streaks smiles in place
goosebumps enjoyed by the rain

from precipice of  that hill
we'll roll down for the thrill
to land at the bottom in puddle


laughing limbs 
tears to brims
all of a tangle and muddle