Him

On many a mirror. On an inner door.
I've clocked this figure countless times before.

I've seen him on a wall outside a school.
And in a cubicle at a swimming pool.

He's on a table in the corner of a caff.
On a tennis racket owned by Steffi Graf.*

He travels by bus, on the back of a seat.
He alighted on a lamppost at the top of our street.

He's on page 49 of a library book.
(Tragically I Was An Only Twin by Peter Cook).

He journeys widely and is often seen
where I am and where I've been.

And now he's on this pipe, in a public loo.
No I...er...don't know how he got there. Do you?


*Maybe not.