tom tom where art though tom what not here where though gone, un der the table under the chair i bet you disappeared down somewhere.in the garden in the shed tom tom where arnt though tom. tom was such a live wire this is the first poem i wrote when he was only about 2 yrs of age. when he had been found stuck between the shed and wall next door. his energy levels were exausting but he was fearless and woudl love to try andthing. ~As a mum he was scary often loosing him.