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About This Author
A changeling spirit,
constantly evolving,
revolving around an inner core,
spinning forth legend and lore,
stories and lives
as I come to grips
with who and what I am,
have been and may be.
I am a phoenix:
rising ever above and beyond!
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If I Owned a Toy store Theme: If I Owned a Toy store. What types of toys? What would it be like? Magical? Scientific? What would it look like? Who runs it? Where is it?
Words to use: silly string, rhinocerous - or another 4+ sylable animal, read, purple, a number like 10 or 506, Store's Name, alphabet, a specific children's book title and author, a childhood character not associated with the book title you use, price
}Forbidden words: buy, purchase, money, coin, afford, dollars - not even implied with a $ sign, no form of money as in lira, dimes, pounds , etc.
Additional parameters: Must rhyme, minimum of 36 lines
If I Owned a Toy store
If I owned a toy store, I'd call it Fyntabulous Fyn's --
a magical place full of whimsy and whims.
It's location is hidden, right in plain sight--
you'll need the heart of a child to find it this night!
No GPS will show you the way
to my marvelous emporium at 6 Lavender Way.
Immense stuffed animals cavort and fly
but you'll only see them from side of eye!
Ostriches and hippopotamuses,
elephants and rinocerouses.
Long-necked giraffes spotted purple and pink,
unicorns, and bears that wink!
No straight aisles, you must wander and roam
all about my fabulous home.
Gargantuan tree in the midst of the store
holds a gaggle of snowgeese, three chipmonks and more.
Climb to the treehouse, pretend your're a queen,
curl up in a beanbag and let yourself dream.
Be a child again, Peter Pan is the king,
peruse all the books, let fantasy take wing.
reread Dr Suess' 'On Beyond Zebra,'
beneath a three-tiered lace candelabra.
All the books that imagination fuels
can be found here; it's in the rules.
Alphabet blocks carved in wood
built into castles, try it--you should!
Science kits, make a volcano explode,
drive excavators and design a new road.
Baby dolls that talk and sing--
here in my place you can find anything!
Spouting whales, velvet pouch full of jacks,
Steam locomotives that roll down the tracks.
We have one numbered the 1225--
the Polar Express is well and alive!
Puzzels galore, grape flavored silly string:
if you know where to look, we have everything.
Our cash registers work on wishes and deeds,
favors, desires--take what you need.
Playing is precious, we need more in life
which is why nothing here has a listed price.
All you can carry within your arms
is yours another child to charm.
But after Christmas, we'll disappear
and you won't find our store for another year.
So hurry! Come by, there's never a crowd,
feel free to play: it's encouraged, allowed!
We've plenty of staff, do it all ourselves,
we're really a fyntastic gathering of elves.
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