Toy soldier

The wind up soldier walks with a rifle,
The click and clank as he walks.
The cork in the end of his pop gun rifle,
He walks with no fear to protect his fellow toys with his mighty pop gun rifle.
His gold wind up key turns with each step,
As he walks down the aisle with his pop gun rifle.
He protects the dolls and the horses with the trains too,
He protects all the toys in his kingdom with his little pop gun rifle.


  • Oneyedtoad

    I love the word repetition you used, it's a great style. Kind of reminds me of Hemingway. Great imagery here too. Well done.

  • Augustus

    Very sweet. A toy on a serious mission. Nicely done.

  • Tony36

    Awesome write

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