My Toys Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I have instructed someone else,
To play with MY toys!

'Instructed?
Why don't you just give them your toys? '

I want it understood that they are mine...
When and IF I decide I want them back.

'Why 'those' toys? '

Gee...
I hadn't thought of it.
I guess the real reason is...
Those were the only toys they selected.
AND...
I now find that myself to be strange.
Because...
IF they had 'not' selected 'those' toys...
I would have given them away,
Anyway.

I hate to be intruded upon!
Especially by those making demands,
With high expectations.

Oh well...
My mind goes 'cuckoo' on me sometimes.