The Trojan Pony
It is small, holds only a few boys and girls
and smells like graham crackers inside.
There it sits one morning shining in the sun.
A giant toy. Beyond inviting. Irresistible.
The Trojan children haul it around back.
They make their toy ponies rear and whinny
and eventually kneel. They do this until nap
time, then drink juice and stretch out in the sun.
Pretty soon the Greek children emerge.
"We win! they shout standing over the Trojans
who look pleased and surprised. A blonde girl
timidly offers half a cookie and the victor
gobbles it up even as he continues to
brandish his enormous cardboard sword.
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