Timothy and his toy soldiers 💕

It is only Timothy sat on a stair

Yet in Timothy’s mind he can see them quite clearly

As he sits playing with Thomas who he loves very dearly

Now Thomas is merely an invisible friend

Timothy changes his face as he likes to pretend

So sat on the thirteen stairs in his Grandmother’s hall

Is ten trooper soldiers having a ball

With Timothy at the bottom and Thomas at the very top

Marching them up and down and letting them drop

These soldiers are only made out of tin

Tho in Timothy’s eyes they are real with camouflaged skin

Just as well they are only in his imagination

Coz each soldier could cause Granny’s home huge devastation

Every tin soldier carries a rifle on his shoulder

And two of them hold a grenade as big as a boulder

So thank heavens thinks Grandmother for little small mercies

As Timothy shouts out his commands of his contrary controversies

But her grandson is great as she watches him play

He will march up and down her stairs everyday

Shouting his orders to goodness knows who

When she hears him getting angry and from out of the blue

But this is what happens every now and again

As Timothy plays with his commando military men

Ordering them to shoot every enemy in their sight

In Timothy’s imaginary World war three fight

it’s deadly and dangerous with bloodshed and strife

Whilst each soldier defends Grandmother’s stairs with his life

Yet its all just in Timothy’s wild vivid fascinations