Trying to be artful and create a memory.
His brush draws Mickey and his crew.
Dancing and prancing in the sandy slew.
They caper and hop with funny little pops!
Across his paper he paints then stops.
His imagination sees in clouds their forms.
His eyes imagine things far from norm.
I wish thinks he with tongue in cheek,
That I could a cartoon geek.
Then I could dance with Mickey today,
and prance the entire afternoon away!
Donald now walks about like a duck.
His feet are to wide for his luck.
He tumbles and falls like a nut.
Then stands up with determined puck!
Minnie is there like all good Mom's.
She shows her support to little Tom.
But, Tommy has left our paper fun.
His afternoon has just begun!
Ah! Little Tommy is playing again I see.
His imagination is there for all to see.
Dancing with Mickey by the sea.
Little Tommy...with you I wish I could be!
Sometimes after listening to the daily news...you just want to escape.
Written October 8th, 2004