“Dad why don’t you put some
Ninjagos in your poems?”
We have just finished
building his Ninjago Lego,
the one where the good ninja
triumphs over the evil ninja skeleton.
His imagination runs to places
mine has lost the path to.
Ninjago, the secretive, mysterious
warrior who flings Lego pieces
into the air to fall from the sky
onto his master’s head.
Why he would want to do this, only
a boy’s imagination would know.
I mean, why make your master angry by
dropping Lego on his wise and spirited head?
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