Tom

Tom

I am poem Tom

i am a Tom and great at sailing i wonder if i am clever i hear the wind on sails i see a boats i want super sailing boats i am Tom and great at sailing

i pretend i am a photograph i feel crazy i touch leaves i worry about me dyeing i cry get told of i am a Tom and great at sailing

i understand what goes up must go down i say you are cool i dream i will sail around new zealand i try to win green fleet i hope