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toy story
A toy story.
Action man was sad, not because he was bad.
He felt so alone.
When he was first bought, oh the battles that were fought.
Now there was peace.
He remembered his big Perspex box, his uniform was a fox.
Rommel.
Now he lay and layed, unwanted and dismayed.
Naked.
Then voices and bright light, this tough man got a fright.
Motion.
He heard the words “clear out”, “oh this is bad, no doubt”.
He thought.
There were the guys from Star Wars, appeared from out a drawer.
Doomed.
The room was full of noise, especially the soft toys.
Frightened.
The room was really cleared, all the nightmare that they feared.
Cleansing.
They were taken high above, to the place that had no love.
It was musty.
So it was they felt unwanted, this place that could be haunted.
Spooky.
A day or two it passed, this new prison unsurpassed.
They were scared
Then a mellow voice it spoke, like a gentle loving stroke.
It healed.
“Hello, my name it is Brown Bear, I would like to meet, inspect you and repair.
Attention.
“I am here to be your Mentor, make this place an entertainment centre.”
They all breathed.
“Now the reason that you are here, although I do know that it is not clear.”
“Is you’re binned.”
“You are all well passed your date, so let me tell you straight.”
Life goes on.
When you were first bought, you were the greatest thing in a certain persons time slot.
Your master.
“Now your time has gone , I am sorry but you had the golden dawn.”
It is night time.
We all end up, up here, the victim of every metallurgical engineer.
I jest.
There are Air fix tanks and Planes, who feel like archaeological remains
There old.
Jigsaws , annuals board games, we all end up here no one is to blame.
Honest.
Our young man he has grown, all he ever knows is a world that is unknown.
Modern.
His Mother buys the gifts, she just goes by all time shifts.
He grows.
So we are altogether, at least none of us are made of imitation leather!
Cow a bunger!
We will survive this the whole way, do not cast one thought towards that damn E bay!
Sold.
So it was those toys that felt forlorn,
Were free as gifts,
And as naked as the day that they were born.
Freedom.
You can take all what I say as inventory,
But you know all my facts are a toy story,
For I am Action Man,
I just got myself…
An memento Mori…
