The Ballad Of Dickon

Dickon was a baby,

Arrived near Easter's Morn.

Delivered in a heat wave,

A blonde-locks when born.

Dickon was a small boy,

His room was always neat.

He used to play with Lego,

And sit upon his feet.

Dickon was a teen nerd,

A movie loving geek.

He was too small for soccer,

He had a slim physique.

Dickon was a young man,

He used to walk to work.

His job was very boring,

For he was but a clerk.

Dickon went a travelling,

Near and far he flew.

He witnessed lots of wonders,

His confidence it grew.

Dickons now a wise man,

His temples slightly grey.

His heart is with his loved ones,

And that is where he'll stay.