Mr Elaborate

A sign saying “Mr Elaborate lives here”, Covered the decrepit wooden door. It was written in Gothic, on an old piece of black lino, Ripped up from the floor. He’d lived there all our lives in that crippled little house with Black windows, tall steps and grey walls. Inside he toiled making elaborate things, Like the dinosaur from balloons sized golf balls. Its teeth were white, with the deepest blue eyes,and Grey arms and legs, a spotty sort of back. Elaborate mechanics made it move, And you’d swear it saw you as a snack. Or the elaborate chocolate ice cream making machine, It made ice cream from thin air. It worked in the middle of summer without any batteries, It made ice cream everywhere. His last elaborate project was some sort of Whiz bang time travelling piece of machine. We haven’t heard from him for a week now, No one knows where he is, he just hasn’t been seen.