A Poem for Tommy

Little Tommy asked me to write
A funny poem about him.
About how good he can count
And how fast that he can swim.

He asked me to be sure and write
Just how tall that he has grown.
About his bug collection
That he gathered on his own.

He said to write how quick he learned
To ride his big sister’s bike.
That his sister is for sale
And he’d throw in his old trike.

He said to write about his dog
And just how well he treats it.
But not one word about how
He picks his nose and eats it.


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