Walking with a friend, she

pushing her overadored mite

we visited the wonderful icecream shop

where they had a falling out

over delicious dark double chocolate versus

banal bland boring vanilla.

'More suitable for you, Tommy darling'.

Needless to say the dull white cone

ended upside-down in the bin.

'Oh really! Tommy darling!'

Then in the cool shade of the park

under the lime trees, desirous

to show off the much vaunted intellect

of her feisty little descendant -

'Tommy darling, what does a cow say?'

'Miaow miaow'.

'Tommy darling, what does a doggie say?'

'Moooooooooooo!'

'Now Tommy darling, what does the little red hen say?'

'Fluck fluck' !

'But Tommy darling!'

He will go far I think!