Smiler boy: He sees, adores,
His rough and tumble sister.
She plucks the passy from his mouth,
He grins, He can’t resist her.
Tiny Vance is growing plump,
He toots and laughs and eats,
Rolls over in his Thunderdome,
Honing his technique.
Sing to him, his face lights up,
But he likes football best,
That, and taking soothing naps,
On friendly ladies’ chests.
Paula Lyons, MD 02/11/24