When one-sock Sam went crawling,
He roamed all over the floor,
Flinging books and films off shelves
Till his parents cried “no more!”
He pressed every available button,
Turned every conceivable knob:
He left such a trail of destruction,
It looked like a hatchet job.
Cupboards were bashed and banged;
Mirrors were lovingly licked;
Saucepans displayed for all to see:
It’s a messy old scene to depict!
His toys are in the cat bowl,
And the litter tray’s been explored.
The toybox has been turned upside down;
Pleas of “No!” have been ignored.
The house looks like a bomb site
And if all of this sounds appalling,
Spare a thought for the poor old parents,
When one-sock Sam went crawling.
Reblogged this on Al The Author's blog and commented:
Throwback Thursday… this is an almost biographical account of a day with my then one-year old…
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Ha, ha, ha! I love this poem, Al! One-sock Sam is a great inspiration for a children story! And Sam is absolutely adorable! ❤
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I hadn’t thought of turning this into a children’s story… hmmm great idea!
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Go for it!
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