Émile would have loved to be able to go in through the grown-ups entrance or even the children’s entrance because of course there was one He dreamed of sneaking in just like a mouse unseen and unnoticed But when your waist is as big as a truck and your legs are like tree trunks you don’t have much choice You go into the museum through the huge the colossal the monumental door for deliveries MUSEUM
Not so fast sweetie pie cried the guard seeing us come in You know the rules I scrambled to answer Of course sir We mustn’t break anything The guard looked unimpressed And what else Um CLOAKROOM TICKETS
The guard furrowed his brow and flared his nostrils He said We don’t shout and we don’t run We don’t play hide-and-seek nor do we play zombie tag And especially we do not touch anything Understood Émile and I nodded a polite of course And arm in trunk we walked into the main gallery PAINTINGS
