Sometimes jaunty and sometimes staid
I’m Tom and sometimes I’m Thomas,
Each at the right time I promise
A promise that is kept once made.
Each is a role that must be played.
Once casual and once formal
Each is a facet of normal.
My hat I must now doff and tip.
Perchance I’ll make a flippant quip
As times change now to autumnal.
Welcome back to Ronovan’s weekly Espinela/Décima poetry prompt.