He has few words
but many sounds.
His toy cars crash and smash,
and the honk honk honk of his bus
is the best around.
He can growl
and he can hiss
you know what it is
just by this.
He slurps and he burps
he taps and he claps.
When bedtime comes
he tippy taps out of his room
to give you a smoosh on the cheek
then he laughs
and runs back to fall asleep
exhausted.
Nice one. I like the rhyming in your poem. Very descriptive.
Thank you, Oliver!