Grandsons
Our eldest grandson is called Rory
who likes a book with a good story
to read by a light
at bed time each night
so long as the plot is not gory.
Now Toby is his younger brother
with pink as his favourite colour.
When he feels cross inside
he runs far and wide
until he's had time to recover.
* * *
Rex the eldest brother so clever
was ready for any endeavour,
but when he got lost
he got very cross,
though he kept on searching for whatever.
Second is a fidgety boy called Ted
who wriggled until he fell out of bed.
He fell to the floor
and cried with a roar,
so his Mummy knew he wasn't dead.
Kit the youngest, just a little mite,
has eyes very dark and yet so bright.
As he throws his shoe
he'll glance up at you
with a mischievous look of delight.
Copyright © Lisle Ryder | Year Posted 2021
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