Yoyo Toy Poem by Emilee Tetherow

He plays with your heart like a yoyo toy
Moving it from one direction to another
All he is is a selfish boy.
As the yoyo bounces,
Boredom fills his heart.
Looking around,
Other toys seize his sight..
He severs the string
And picks up another toy,
The yoyo falls to the ground.
He gets board with the other toys
And tries to fix the string.
Frustration Fills his heart,
Because the yoyo won’t fix.
For the string has been cut,
It is unfixable.
And he won’t be able to play with it again.