Chucho

Chucho wakes and heads straight for tea
his eyes are still dim with sleep
'go wash your face!' mama shouts
'but why?'
she pauses and wonders why, but why?
'you'll fall asleep mid-breakfast'
no parent would want to risk that
'how's my face and tummy...'
'go!!'
Chucho rushed to the tap
he still doesn't get it
how a clean face and breakfast relate

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