Toys

Here’s a GI-Joe™ missing an arm, missing a leg.
There’s a Barbie™ upside down with no head, just a peg.
There are random Lego™ pieces that are strewn here and there.
This once was a Chewbacca™; now he’s bald, without a hair.

This used to be a Slinky™; now it’s tangle beyond mend.
This LightBright™ has no colored bits through which the light to send.
This Battleship™ has not one boat to place upon the waves.
Just one green soldier left, I fear, the rest all went to graves.

These broken toys upon the floor, no, none belongs to me.
My things are put away, my dear, whole and sound, you see.
Do as you wish with what is yours, the chance we all do take,
but leave them strewn about, it’s clear that surely they will break.