Not A Sound

When I was a lad, and in my bed
I would pull the blankets, up to my head
From out of the closet, would come a noise
It was the stirring of my toys
The closet door would push ajar
Out would step the mighty Tsar
Followed by his marching troops
With their shiny buttons, and highly polished boots
Then there was a buzzing sound
It was my Tiger Moth, flying all around
The pilot waving to the troops below
Shouting at the top of his voice, "jolly, jolly, good show"
The battleship sails across the floor
Fires its giant guns, blowing holes, in the wall
Suddenly, Teddy stamps, and claps
"Quick, quick", he shouts, go back
The door opens, dad sticks his head around
Say's to mum," I told you so, he's fast asleep, there's not a sound"

~Tango2001~

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