My Old Wooden Trike
I sat on a bench, reading football fanzine;
Beside me, man with a craggy face
Burst in paroxysm of rage;
Cute little boy, breaks the toy!
Unreasoning sound, wafted through the air;
Angelic face, felt scare!
Memories flashed into my mind,
A treasure, built with grand design!
I ruined it, unwittingly!
I wanted to wallow in my own despair;
But, Dad took me in his arm, gently!
Soothed me up, promising to repair.
I could not stand the vile;
Boy glances, with wan smile!
I'm home for my old wooden trike,
Father's masterpiece, for my seventh birhtday!
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