The thought of Alex Thomas coming to my house
The thought of Alex Thomas coming to my house
The thought of Alex Thomas coming to my house
Could make an old man cry. Not me! Round
The back my grandson plays hide and seek.
I’ve not the slightest idea what that means
But, Alex, you will know! I can only dream
And look for nuts on airy ground.
You see, I’ve placed a charm about the house
And made my home among earthbound clouds.
Alex, you deserve this stupid poem. Take the blame!
If you were me, you would do the same.
If that’s confusing, Lord, just let it rain.