Little Tommy O’Flanagan

Oh, to see our poor little neighbor boy Tommy O’Flanagan,

Jumping a puddle and falling splat on his fanny and can again.

Off running and dripping after on his way home,

All mucky and muddy and covered in loam.

 

Tommy with scattered wits then later collected,

Tried to sneak back into his home undetected.

Our  dear sweet, but splattered, little Tommy O’Flanagan,

Hoping ne’er to be caught in his latest shenanigan.

 

His mother took one look and let out a sigh,

While Tommy explained that the puddle was sly.

It jumped up and grabbed him — at least that was his plan again,

Offered by muddy-faced little Tommy O’Flanagan.

 

P.S. from Little Red Bear — Tommy maintains the puddle started it. The puddle refuses to comment.

Images have been created for this piece with the assistance of AI . . .  lovingly prepared and styled for Honey Hill Country and the world of Little Red Bear.