“Have you got a present for me?!

William asks with a high-pitched

Lilting rise and fall…

But I have no presents ready at all.

“You had all presents, William,

The last time you came!”

 

Every time he visits us,

His question remains the same.

“Have you got a present for me?”

 

I then considered a poetic reply,

To circumvent a potential rift.

“William, every moment is a gift.

That’s why they call it the present!”

 

Of course, this didn’t work at all.

“I need a present I can play with, grandad!”

 

At this crisis point, Granny Gail stepped in.

“There’s a magazine hidden upstairs.

It’s not just a present, William,

It’s a game of hide and seek, as well!”

Behind the door? No. Under the bed!

He brings his magazine down, presently…

All’s well that ends well,

As another William said!