There is a hush in the air.
As The Boy concentrates, unaware
His dog, his porridge, is sharing.
His nimble fingers lifts and places
Tiny colourful plastic pieces,
Making, all sorts of wonderful things
Using wheels, for heads and squares for legs.
Needing more, to his mother he begs.
Later, Granny comes with a box
For fun, she covers the Lego, with new socks
On opening the box, The Boy got a shock.
Granny was sorry, she had been mean.
She knew to find Lego, he’d been keen.
Then assures The Boy, it was a joke.
He believed the words she spoke,
For underneath, he found his prize,
Which of course was no surprise.