Ian, My Youngest Grandson On His Fourteenth Birthday
Ian, my grandson is quite a lively joy,
Though I admit, he's often a wilful boy,
Study for him is a bore
Homework ever his worst chore.
Football is the game always his eager ploy.
Watch him how fast he runs up and down the ground,
Shooting straight and strong and with fine goals astound.
Never tires running with speed,
But about learning to read?
Results come, will he be caught on the rebound?
The joke is that he is quite a clever boy,
Complicated PlayStation is his best toy,
Often quiet but hears all
Manages total recall,
His intelligence is the real McCoy.
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