The Toy Machine

I

The Toy Machine stood on the block of alabaster near the door

But Uncle Russ made such a fuss that I moved it just once more

Around the back, to the tiny shack, that's where it ended up

All neatly wrapped in its own new sack, it stood near the sheds rear door

II

It's a funny tale and I'm here to tell, of the Toy Machine that broke

Making toys for me, near a tree house tree, that it had originally built

It was one fine day

As I wended my way

To the house where I used to live

There I noticed something strange

That came well within range

Of being called, well amazingly odd

It looked three feet tall

But was really quite small

As it stood on a large metal base

It had a glass in one hand

And it really looked quite grand

That is, all but its large metal face

It was covered in bits

And the tiny red sticks

Of a substance that's still quite unknown

And it shone with a sheen

That made it look quite green

And was buffed with a dull metal glow

III

NOW..In its other hand it held

By some strange tiny little bells

A box that was covered all in lacquer

Where upon the front I read

With just a bit of dread

The Toy Machine, Designed by Billy Snicker, NO SNACKER

Now Billy Snackers father

Had a ginger cat named Arthur

Who delighted all by catching local mice

It seemed that local mice were nice

For they were eaten in a trice

And Arthur always grew a little farther , fatter

Now stop that chatter

Or this tale I'll not relate

Of what happened at my front gate

While returning to it with my captured booty