Bob's reflection contest poem about George

My pal, My comrade

George, my pal, is rising to a new altitude,
Eating and sleeping puts him in an enjoyable mood.
He began to grow in the month of December,
Chow was required to keep a well-behaved temper.
As a miniature lad he slurped milk, using his head,
Sleeping like a sloth, he expanded in his bed.
Week after week, he got bigger, and bigger,
Bouncing, jumping, running, he is full of vigor.
Each day he grows taller and stronger,
For his days as a little tot are no longer.
His horizon is approaching, right above his brain,
George, my comrade, will wow the world with his fame.