My sons love Lego pieces
And I love my sons so.
And I love my nieces,
But I don’t love Lego.
Lego pieces, built to last.
They withstand such forces vast..
Quietly, they take our many blows.
But they hurt my shoeless toes.
They multiply. O how they multiply.
Are those more pieces that I spy?
I’ve sucked up millions with my vacuum.
Yet there are millions more, hence my gloom..
We could repave our streets you know
Coast to coast with crushed Lego.
They’d outlast our asphalt roads
Our kids would build them a la mode.
I can rhyme no more.
My foot hurts.
I’ve just stepped on a Lego.