My son is but nine months old,
but his ability to propel objects at high velocity, is scary at times if it were told.
There he stands but two feet away,
with his winning smile and the sofa to hold his sway
A battered Postman Pat van gripped in his mit,
he gums poor Pats car whilst pausing to survey it.
Suddenly his arm moves faster than light,
and with a grimace the car is launched out of sight.
It was found the next day atop a shelf
6ft off the floor, a stretch for myself.
But as that little boy sits eyeing up his next target,
I imagine Olympic javelin gold if he has his aspirations met.