Cardboard Inflation

A paper road and car of clay, A garden made from pencil shaves; With fields of crayon flowers drawn, Beyond the shoebox house and lawn; Old wax paper forms the boat, That sails under a cardboard moat; A fence made out of new toothpicks, Erasers used as driveway brick. A crafty home in taped décor, Now sat atop my basement floor; A dynasty of paper trails, Completed with a sign, “For Sale”, Was printed in the Classifieds, To see who’d purchase such a buy; One hundred callers did implore -- The only place they could afford.