He was an Action Man minus a left arm and trousers.
A dog had chewed his head almost off.
But - he still had thought.
She was a Lego Lady, Built of red and blue blocks.
She was forever coming apart trying to keep body and soul together.
She had only one eye and no mouth to speak off.
Same dog who had a passion for the chewing of toys.
But - she still had thought.
They met one night when thrown together in the toy box.
A giantess' voice had screamed "YOU TIDY UP THIS ROOM RIGHT NOW!"
He loved the Lego Lady's yellow block hair. It was like a helmet...suited her face.
And oh that one little eye and the way it would look at you!
She saw at once that he had no genitals/ but then - neither had she.
It was a purely platonic affair. They thought and thought at one another for hours.
They got on like a house on fire but
one night the house went on fire.
They held on to each other both melting into a final embrace.
Mother always told me "You shouldn't play with matches!"
A re-telling of Anderson's THE CONSTANT TOY SOLIDER in today's terms yoked together with a friend telling me of her early career as a child arsonist. "What was I thinking...?" she told me with tears in her eyes. "I loved that house...down to its mullions and final...but then...so did the flames. It was something I grew out of when I hit my teens....then it was all boys...boys...boys!"