Small, plastic wonders
O Lego, how I love thee
Sucks to step on you
A big block of blocks
What is that supposed to be?
A box? Oh hells no
A fleet of space ships
but not enough left over
For all the bad guys
Towers, forts, and worlds
It takes me just seven days
I'm a Lego god
It could be a car
But there is something missing
Just need one more red
Dusk begins to draw
From kitchen, Mom is calling
I don't want broccoli
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