Thomas William

Tom’s a little devil

He wreaks havoc where he goes

He drives grandparents round the twist

His nickname is “bulldoze”

Anything that’s not screwed down

Is likely to get shifted

Little fingers everywhere

He hops about

He climbs and jumps

Then he falls down

And he’s covered in bumps

And yet dear Tom we love you so

But after a few more visits

We’ll need the carpet cleaners

He’s only small

But what a kid

A ball of energy

He’ll read this in a few more years and wonder what he did

Dedicated to Thomas William Morris