Plastic

Just a poem

Plastic.

There was a boy

Who thought his toy

Was more than fantastic

He would hold it tight

In the day and night

As if were stuck with mastic

As years went on

He was bent on

Keeping his love romantic

When he grew tall

The toy stayed small

And that for him was antic

His feelings changed

He was deranged

Things turned really drastic

All he could say

When he walked away:

You're just a piece of plastic.