When One-Sock Sam Went Crawling (poem)

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.

baby crawl

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Author: Al Lane

Writer, Poet, Daydreamer

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