A Job For Godzilla

I’d made a tower, a wooden block tower that reached toward the sky And on the roof stood my superman toy, I believed he wanted to fly. He stood beside a Tonka truck that was parked safely in a truck stop. It was an amazing build this tower of mine where all was on the roof top. It was big, strong, the foundations were solid, it had a good grip on the ground, And the architecture was a quaint design, and the engineering was oddly sound. But then my young sister, let’s call her Godzilla, walked into the city of creation, And with a whoosh of her hands she wiped it out leaving utter complete devastation. Superman flew across the room, landing in the fish tank, quickly sinking into the pond. The Tonka truck landed on our pet dog, who flew through the door, outside and beyond. So I stood up, being the Giant of Good, and challenged Godzilla to a duel in our fable. But then we stopped, had to leave the scene, mum called out, food was on the table. I will return to this scene and rebuild my tower, make it bigger, better, robust. And when Godzilla comes in I’ll give her a job, to cover it in her magical fairy dust.