Desolation
He builds a mighty garrison
Formed up from Duplo blocks
He brags you’ll never take his king
A regular Fort Knox
But then the ogre from the east
Comes crashing through the vale
There’s nothing left but ruins now
And odors that assail
A wet and slimy residue
There’s drool upon the walls
The mayhem, utter and complete
So off the toddler crawls
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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