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!