see little Tommy no, you can’t see him in the trolley - like a monkey or a possum on the tree he’s well-hidden so expert, as mom pushes the trolley through the aisles And then nimbly he crawls out and hangs by the handle feet on the brackets still hidden and suddenly drops on the floor light as baby Tarzan And Mom says: “Tommy!” and Tommy laughs and climbs back into the trolley like a little Alexander on a metal Bucephalus and there he stands commandeering the trolley: “Cheese, mum! Lollies! Lollies!” And Mum says to Little Tommy: “Shhh! Shhh! Shhh!” But little Tommy he’s the Master and Commander and pirate but mostly the monkey on the shopping trolley down the aisles and down the corridors and the food court sliding and jumping and hiding in his fantasy world of the trolley see little Tommy - no, you can’t see him in the trolley like a monkey or a possum on the tree he’s well-hidden so expert in the trolley he so happily commands
...just the other day, saw this little boy in the trolley his mum was pushing...and the little one was so agile, so nimble, so fast and so in his own life of movement and joy...couldn't help but write this poem about this delightfully energetic child...