On Sunday morning we would hear
Shouting from next door:
ee-eh ee-eh well dodged
ee-eh ee-eh well dodged
Then Maafio’s voice
I will catch you all soon
A few minutes later, three boys
with their always-shaved heads
would slip through our hedge
with sticks in their mouths
and sit by and copy our grandma
as she cleaned her teeth
In the quiet air the boys would hear
Maafio creeping past the hedge
and run off to hide behind our black
and brown dog as she held out
three toothpaste-streaked brushes
and shrieked come and clean your teeth.
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