A Sneaky Little Fellow...

When Andrew was a boy
He was a sneaky little fellow
He was also rather coy
Yet with a truck under his pillow…

He liked to walk his pig
In the wee hours of the night
Upon his brother big
Until he’d jump in fright.

Sleepy eyes were out of luck
With the pain caused by these eye-sores
For in addition to the truck
There were also poky dinosaurs.

He would get up in the night
And ask for too much milk
Begging with all his might
In voices less soft than silk.

My dad would hide out in the hall
Staying out of view
For out yonder his son would soon crawl
As a dog returns to puke…

Andrew also escaped from the nursery
On occasions many and fine
He felt pre-school much too cursory
And joined the old folks up in prime-time.

At that time his father was not feared
For Andrew lacked the logic of Spock
Also, back then dad had no beard
So his countenance commenced less shock.

Andrew sure was sneaky alright
Yet had his due comeuppance
For one day whilst escaping with might
Was gathered up in the arms of his grandpaps.