Thomas Turns Eight!

Wow, Thomas, you are eight years old!

More fun horizons now unfold;

Dad tells me golf might be your game

But losing goes against the grain…

 

You like to calculate, compare

So, Dad and you make a good pair!

Monopoly exerts its spell:

Hotels on Mayfair would do well!

 

Schools are shut in summer shine

So, January means free time

 Where sport a major role can play

Sea swimming - a stone’s throw away!

 

At this age, a fast stepping-stone:

Time to get a mobile phone?

Enjoy each moment, make it last

As Isabella follows fast!

(c) Poet in the woods