Perhaps Doggerel or Motherese is a way of touching
that special spot in his brain to make him listen.
More often than not, he was mummy’s boy at one point,
so even if only subconsciously, he must remember
that sweet, soft tone and the melodious singsong rhythm
delivering words hard to ignore. Unless, of course, he wasn’t,
and the whole exercise would simply infuriate him
as a deliberate attempt at infantilizing his manhood.
After all, he had spent most of his life grooming himself
to be the next king of the jungle. You can’t turn a lion
back into a puppy. The thing is, he is neither one nor the other,
but just another soul lost and confused in the world of falling,
ill-defined roles.