Jacob

Jacob is our youngest boy
Legos is his favorite toy

He loves his twin brother, Sam
He calls every lunch meat, ham

A quiet boy from the Buckeye state
Toy cars races on the floor is great

Never much liking to talk on the phone
He's eight now and really has grown

He's temperament is very mild
And we love our little man child

poem by Charles Hancock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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