Thursday, 1 June 2017

The Repartee of Thomas!

My handsome nephew grows and learns
Frustrated, peeved and smart by turns
Take breakfast, which he eats with Dad,
He fiddles with his food, gets mad -

When told that time is on the wing
As Daddy's patience can wear thin;
«Time to clear the plates away,
Thomas, we've not got all day!»

«Stop whinging, Lad!» is the refrain
As eating slowly is a pain...
Thomas takes these words on board
And in his brain they're carefully stored...

«Meal's nearly over, quickly now!»
Is met with gently furrowed brow
Then cheeky grin: «Stop whinging, Dad!»
Skilled with repartee – our lad!

(c) Poet in the woods 2017

Thomas - aged 3 and a half

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