Tommy
Tommy was a clever boy
A lovely lad to meet
But Tommy had a problem
When it came to washing feet
His mum could bribe him, ask and plead,
Or shout with rage and scream
He did not care, he would not budge
He would not make them clean
As time went by, the dirt built up
His feet began to smell
So much in fact his socks stayed on
And soon his shoes as well
He said ” I do not like to wash”
“I will not clean and rub”
“I do not see the point in soap”
“and don’t intend to scrub!”
Inevitably his filthy feet
Began to reek and stink
So much they put him off his food
And this made Tommy think
Was washing really all that bad
If he then got his dinner
If he couldn’t eat his tea
He might end up much thinner
Begrudgingly he said he’d wash
And overcome his fear
But just so he could eat his food
And only once a year!
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