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Toy Room
larrylark

I passed out on top
 1
of that bold bad monkey,
 2
annoyingly sprawled
 3
at the top of steep stairs.
 4
His hair was wrung with sweat,
 5
brow was soaking wet
 6
he'd been called to account
 7
by the teddies on the bed.
 8
His head hung so sad,
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but he knew that he'd been bad,
 10
his cheeky grin defaced
 11
among some household waste.
 12
Spiders silvery web,  
 13
postcard from Devon,
 14
plus a snail
 15
who left a trail
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along his stairway up to heaven.
 17
 
 
Out of all the furry bears,
 18
lions in their lairs,
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penguins giraffes,
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hyenas that laughed,
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snakes that hissed and spat,
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a vicious looking cat,
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that sat on their mats
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in the playroom upstairs,
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he was the only one
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that dared brave dizzy hights,
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and prop the window open  
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on a heat stifled night.
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Waving at revellers,
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staggering home to bed,
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souring air with fumes of gin,
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sicking up in refuse bins.
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Sometimes he'd do tricks,
 34
his sleight of hand so slick,
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punching the air,
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a demented Fred Astaire,
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Disco, belly, ballet and the waltz,
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he'd go right through his repetoire
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like a dose of Epsom Salts.
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As I revived ,
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came slowly back to life
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i heard a furry murmur
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of voices from in there .
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I'd learned soft toy language
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in the days I was a boy
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while sticking nudie pictures
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in my scrapbook with some Gloy..
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I rushed straight outside,
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and there that monkey lay,
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a broken little bundle
 51
lying on the pavement.
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Raced upstairs, screamed
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"You naughty naughty bears,
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why did he have to die?"
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Everywhere around me
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glassy eyes stared ,
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from the back of the silence
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came a very faint gggrrrrrrr.
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16 Jun 06

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very interesting, I like the description of the playroom, the naughty bears were done well
 — gjenkins

That's incredibly frightening
 — unknown

Tightened and broken for effect and fear.

I passed out on top of that bold, bad monkey,
sprawled at the top of steep stairs. His hair
was wrung with sweat, his brow soaking wet:
He was called to account by the Teddys on the bed.

Monkey's cheeky grin defaced, among the household waste.
Spiders silvery web: A postcard from Devon,
and a snail's trail along the stairway to heaven.

Out of furry bears, lions in their lairs,
penguins, giraffes, hyenas laugh, and snakes
that writhe while cats spit -- he was the only one

to dare the heights and prop the window open
for the heat of a stifling night: waving at revellers,

staggering home with sour air and fumes of gin,
sicking up in refuse bins. Sometimes he'd do tricks,
his sleight of hand punching air, a demented Fred Astaire.

Disco, belly and ballet, through his repetoire he'd waltz,
like a dose of Epsom Salts. As I revived, slow, back to life,
I heard furry murmurs {voices from inside} -- toy language,
from the days when I was a boy, sticking nudie pictures

in my scrapbook -- and I rushed outside. There
the monkey lay, a broken bundle on the pavement.

"Why did he have to die?" I screamed at glassy eyes.
From the window above, I heard the "Ggrrrrrrr"
of those I'd left behind.
 — DianaTrees

Dear gjenkins

My teddy's are so bad they won't even let me sleep in the bed
 — larrylark

Dear Unknown

I always think the glassy stare of soft toys is incredibly creepy.
 — larrylark

Dear Diana

Thanks again for taking the time to rewrite.You are giving me a lot of food for thought.

Larry
 — larrylark

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