Terence, to all that were present
Had talent but practically patent
The bright side of things
And half-full glass things
Were just to him all quite apparent
"Good day!" he would say
To all on his way
"Isn't it all bright and cheerful?"
And because of such
It was hard to begrudge
His habits, though mildly distasteful
Terence, you see
Was grope-touch-feely
With all bar some elderly aunts
On the bus you'd find
With Terence behind
Hands going up skirts and down pants
It was strange, we thought
But no harm was wrought
By Terence's lewd non-sequiturs
Still, from that time on
We all called him TOM
Terence, the Optimistic Molestor
It's mongrel doggerel. But it's got far more happiness behind it than you might imagine. Than I would have imagined. And I've got a pretty good imagination.
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Any hug now would just be odd, following this brief bio on Tom, so I'll save it for you. For when you least expect it (?).
Also a delayed "yay ur bak!" which is not as creepy. My deteriorating grammar spelling syntax is at least partly explained by your absence.
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