Oliver was different,
But not in a big way.
As when Oliver was writing,
His letters fell round the wrong way.

And as for his times tables,
Learning them just took so long.
And recalling six times seven,
Would be something he’d get wrong.

The weekly test on Friday
Would be something he would dread.
Which meant, every Friday morning
He would want to stay in bed.

But Oliver loved reading.
This was something he could do.
He could recall such detail
He could tell the tales to you.

And even watching telly
He would get a complex plot,
And remember information
That the rest of us forgot.

Oliver’s imagination
Was a wonder to behold.
But because his words weren’t written down
There were stories never told.....

This story is a touching story of how a little boy overcomes his difficulties in life and ends up being a very special person indeed.