Wet Mud

Rolling down the park,

Boy looked upwards;

Drop caressed skin,

Round, his eyes went;

Mother cried,

"Come back fast";

Smell better than a dough nut,

Stupified his senses;

Knelt to the ground,

Nose pressed into mud;

Sheepish grin, blushing,

Smell was ticklish;

Lips kissed the mud,

Now, he enjoys rain.