In this body
The only one I have
There seems to be a need to say thank you
For a good nights sleep
Benjamin becoming Thomas
Behind the rotating foam drums
His father appears and suggests
That being Thomas isn’t such a great idea
Andrew arrives, full of cold
Shivering he puts the present
And card on the back seat
Then drives off back home
Such is the timing
On this last Saturday morning before Christmas
Emma, Tim, and the boys, flying at three
To ski on the French slopes
