Mark Allen was ten years old, and his favorite things were trains;
Like teal moments after the storm, when colorful beauty remains.
Mark had a shiny, toy train set, and he was frequently adding cars;
As people often have dreams of travel, underneath jewelled stars.
Mark's Papa was a train conductor. He loved to manage the train;
And Mark liked to listen for its whistle, while playing in Green Lane.
Dinah was Mark's little sister, and she'd give her toy horn a blast;
......
I was a Barbie toy,
You were a Lego lover,
Love needed no cloy.
Language was never a barrier,
For messages that filled my carrier.
My eyes became its slave,
Never knew you were knave.
Messages filled my eyes,
Till I let you play with me.
......
Mark Allen was ten years old, and his favorite things were trains;
Like teal moments after the storm, when colorful beauty remains.
Mark had a shiny, toy train set, and he was frequently adding cars;
As people often have dreams of travel, underneath jewelled stars.
Mark's Papa was a train conductor. He loved to manage the train;
And Mark liked to listen for its whistle, while playing in Green Lane.
Dinah was Mark's little sister, and she'd give her toy horn a blast;
......
I was a Barbie toy,
You were a Lego lover,
Love needed no cloy.
Language was never a barrier,
For messages that filled my carrier.
My eyes became its slave,
Never knew you were knave.
Messages filled my eyes,
Till I let you play with me.
......