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Rated: E · Poetry · Comedy · #2160784
Entry for the Twisted Traditional Poetry Contest June 2018
To the child who plays with LEGOS.
You might find it to be funny,
When you hear me let out a scream,
Because, yet again,
My foot was victim number ten,
To your torture machines.

To the child who plays with LEGOS.
You might find it to be easy,
To leave your toys around.
But when I find them with my feet,
With my words, I try to be discreet,
This is the challenge I face.

To the child who plays with LEGOS.
You might find it to be nothing,
To walk around your toys,
That are scattered here and there,
But for me, I swear,
It’s like being a minefield.

To the child who plays with LEGOS.
You might find it to be neat.
To build and create amazing things,
And leave them incomplete.
It always ends in defeat,
The thought of them makes my blood boil.
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