Toy Land

In a corner of my room,

Tucked underneath my four poster bed,

Sits a dilapidated chest that grandmother used

To keep her bedsheets in,

When I came along, singing a song,

(And mind you I started and ended with a yawp)

I was given toys, and they were kept in that chest,

Then, I grew up and I forgot about grandmother’s chest,

But, the toys didn’t forget me,

I’m scared of my toys,

They’re alive...

The Bilge Master