They use to call him Seal.
Because of the way he gulped down his oatmeal.
At one sitting he could eat several big bowls.
He needed no spoon and only when he was finished.
There could be seen his nose.
He liked it with sugar and butter.
He would have overdosed on oatmeal.
If it wasn't for his mother.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful write about seal................10