The Toys Awake At Night ( NaPoWriMo Day 4)

When the day begins and the kids awake,
The toys at hand, I feel they shake.
Sometimes with fear. Sometimes with joy.
As the kids toss them on the floors, poor toys.
As for the teddies, they receive much love.
They are hugged all day, well, kind of.
Though the cars, let me tell you, aren't as lucky
as kids hug them with runny noses, yucky.
At times, the children crash them on the walls
Or pretend to drive them to the Niagara's falls
They roll their wheels on the carpet non-stop
I bet the cars wish to tell them "kids, off you go, chop, chop."
As per the Legos, the toddlers stack them one by one
They build a castle or two or three for fun
Then they demolish them with a big blow
as they watch the pieces fly, what a show.
But then, when the night comes by and the kids sleep tight,
The scattered toys around the house, awake, oh my !
As I give a step, trying to get them all arrange,
The toys make me trip and fall. They seek revenge.