Grampa's Little Man

'Round the house he dashes like an Eveready ad,
Apple of his mama's eye and image of his dad.
Pride of all his relatives who hug him when they can,
Cutest kid I've ever seen; he's Grampa's little man.

Peeking in the cupboards just to see what he can find,
Looking into ev'rything, developing his mind,
Getting into mischief, snooping any place he can
Watching as I'm working hard; he's Grampa's little man.

Sitting in his highchair while his mommy feeds him right.
Eating Gramma's cookies, loving every single bite.
Lying on his banky with his bottle in his hand,
Growing up a healthy boy. He's Grampa's little man.

Usually, I write erotic fiction but this poem is true.
That is my grandson and I am his grandfather. Cute,
isn't he. If you like this little verse, you can vote,
but mostly I just had fun writing it.