Precious Toy
Once I was a little boy,
I had a very precious toy.
It was a little silver truck,
And I bought it for a buck.
I used to play with it all day,
At home, at school, at town in May.
And I would never share my toy,
With any other “greedy” boy.
Everyone would stop and stare,
As I zoomed it here and there.
All the boys would glare at me,
Some with immense jealousy.
However, I grew up one day,
And now seldom find time to play.
But in my heart remains the toy,
I cherished as a little boy.
I had a very precious toy.
It was a little silver truck,
And I bought it for a buck.
I used to play with it all day,
At home, at school, at town in May.
And I would never share my toy,
With any other “greedy” boy.
Everyone would stop and stare,
As I zoomed it here and there.
All the boys would glare at me,
Some with immense jealousy.
However, I grew up one day,
And now seldom find time to play.
But in my heart remains the toy,
I cherished as a little boy.
♠ ♠ ♠
This was actually an English assignment I handed in a few semesters ago. As cheesy, corny, and cliche as it may be, it got me a 92%, the highest in the class. Take that haters!!!