My Brother, Tom – Aby Tellas, Kerala


Here’s my brother, Tom
He’s sometimes a bomb
He loves to drink milk
He gulps it like silk

He is very sweet
His love is always neat
His intentions are clean
He is sharp and keen

He plays with me long
However wrangles with me strong
Hover over the bed
He falls tedded

He watches Tom ’n Jerry
Hold the remote in merry
Holt, he is to Granny
He prevents her viewing ‘Rani Maharani*’

He is my sweet little boy
His naughtiness I enjoy
His absence makes me gloomy
He will come back and I feel bloomy


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