A loving lad, is tongue-tied Tim.
And if you already know of him,
You'll know he's neither daft or dim,
But strong of heart, and tall and slim,
With a smiling face, that's never grim,
He's certainly not taken with any whim,
But loves all those, who too, love him.

His speech is hard to understand,
But if one can, it's really grand,
To give this lad a helping hand,
When venturing across the land,
Allowed to try out what he's planned,
His vocabulary will for sure expand,
So, on his own feet he'll finally stand.

We're proud of him in every way,
He's stood out robust and brave today,
His life was one of permanent grey,
But he's done well, That I will say,
People's attitude, now that's what lay,
Behind poor Tims downright dismay.
But he's on the up and he's here to stay.

© Ernestine Northover

Ernestine Northover

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