Like a miniature clown across the street <br />You can't help but love him-he's awfully sweet <br />It's hard to fault him, he's less than two <br />Full of chuckles and devilment, his name's Andrew <br /> <br />When he sees us walk on the street outside <br />He pounds his windows-we've no place to hide <br />With a smile and a laugh we're forced to go in <br />A circus of happiness can now begin <br /> <br />He loves to be cuddled and lifted high <br />I laugh out loud-my back gives a sigh <br />Chattering and yammering about his own things <br />We hide the confusion his talking brings <br /> <br />A young Tom Edison he loves the light <br />He'll point out a fixture, and yell 'My Yight' <br />He stands on his toys to reach the switch <br />And on goes the Yight, without a hitch <br /> <br />He loves to hide behind the couch <br />To find him it's part of his play <br />When you catch him hiding with a great big smile <br />He laughs and it makes your day <br /> <br />When you give him chocolate and other candy <br />He's less taken with laughing and hugs <br />He'll fly around the room with a chocolate face <br />Stomping candy into the rugs <br /> <br />For all young clowns the show has an end <br />And neighbors who duck out of sight <br />As the trouble, yelling and crying begin <br />We depart in the fading twi-yight<br /><br />Ray Andrews<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-neighbor-less-than-two/
