ToyHenge

Look there, on the horizon, how it rises from the land,

With mystic deep significance we’ll never understand.

A timepiece? Temple? Garden sculpture? Act of sweet revenge?

It might be all, it might be none.  Behold, the Great ToyHenge!

At least a dozen plush toys form its monumental base;

They’re topped by seven “Ultra Battle Frogs from Outer Space.”

Plus several hundred Legos and some upright building blocks,

A brand new “Señor Tater Man” who’s still inside his box,

Two dolls, a couple Jedis, twenty-seven tiny trucks,

Assembled killer robots and assorted rubber ducks,

Some balls and wands and ponies and this thing that lights and spins,

A puzzle cube that everybody hates and no one wins,

The tokens from a board game that was lost to ages past,

And heaps of plastic bric-a-brac to wow and flabbergast.

The untrained eye might easily mistake it for a pile,

But ToyHenge holds deep mysteries that bother and beguile.

And every day it lingers, and its makers’ legend grows.

Who they were, or what they all were doing, no one knows.

But legend tells that they’ll return to put it all away—

Within the next ten minutes, or there’s no dessert today!