He bought a jar of peppermints and put some in a tin.
“I have to hand them round”, he said, “or they won’t let me in.”
So now when friends come calling and ask, “where is he then?”
I say, “You won’t see him tonight, he’s with the Peppermint Men.”
Fragment of a poem by Gladys Treacy
Material: MDF/MR, sprayed white matt lacquer.
H 60 cm x W 80 cm x D 28 cm