Elf Star

Tommy's working hard downstairs, 
I lie up in my bed,
All the homework is done for now, 
I have aching limbs and head.

He's shopped, washed, cleaned the shoes; 
now he's making dinner,
I did some internet shopping, 
but Tommy is the true winner.

I never really thank him enough,
for all that it is he does,
He runs around madly 
without making any fuss.

I wish that I could do some more, 
I am frustrated with just lying,
I got up to do some ironing before, 
but failed; dizzy for trying.

He sorts my tablets and the twins,
Never a moment for himself,
When I married this fine man
I got the perfect Elf!!


Broken pencils are pointless