Owed To the Lego Men

Do you ever have those days When your mind wonders in a haze And you take yourself through time and space Back to your child hood, that special place And you think of toys you would never share Your Transformers, your fav teddy bear But in a Tupperware box under the bed Some little dudes can be found Each with plastic for a head And though living in darkness Not seen for a while Relentlessly they continue to smile One has no legs, Pulled apart like stick Split down the middle Like a cheap conjurers trick But these chaps were always there Ready to fight, ready to follow me On the fore front of design Plastic pioneers of technology So Forget about Barbie, forget about Ken This poems my tribute to the brave Lego Men