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Toy Poetry Toys Alive At the end of the hall under the stair The toy box—silent—near the old rocking chair. The children tucked in, kissed goodnight,  Stories read, off with the light. Sshh! What’s that faint stirring out there At the end of the hall, near the old rocking chair? Something magical, all’s not what it seems, Toys Alive? - perhaps it’s a dream! Sshh! The witching hour, clocks chime, Toys come out for play time! All through the night, so much fun, Then, once more quiet with the rising sun! Sshh! by Shirlene Britstra remember this?   AN ODE TO MOM FROM HER SON   My Toy, It Broke  Plastic it was, now cracked up the middle  Wires came loose, now one needs to fiddle  Anger then sad, ready to be junked  Oh please won't you work, I'm in such a funk.  That was long ago and I have missed you ever so,  My children are all grown, and I've accumulated some dough.  I really want that toy, 'cause I really want to play,  Here I sit waiting at the door, for I found it on ebay.   Hail to Marx     Oh those toys of yesteryear     and the memories we hold dear   They swift us back to those carefree days     when life was not a stressful maze   So hail to Marx and all the rest     for those times that were the best   This poem was contributed by one of the little boys in this picture and his wife.  Thanks guys! MY JOB It's not my place to run the train. The whistle I can't blow. It's not my place to say how far      the train's allowed to go. It's not my place to shoot off      steam nor even clang the bell. BUT let the darn thing jump      the track....AND SEE WHO STARTS TO YELL by: Ray "the trainman" Groters     THE TOY wind me up and let me go I'll wiggly, I'll walk, I'll tumble and roll I'm colorful and drab I'm big and small turn me loose I'm fun for all For old folks and young ones, I bring many a smile so don't throw me out on that old junk pile love me and play with me day after day and I'll bring you joy that you can't repay                          A TOY A BOY OH JOY OH JOY !   by: Queenmarx     Hello everyone! We are embarking on a new frontier for this web site.  We want to share poems about toys with you...We also would like you to share your poems with us.  Write us and let us have your best poem about your favorite toy. Bud,Kobie&Dan  Send us your poem by clicking here!!!!!!!