[Thanks to CD for the original concept of Tinysmall and (however briefly) making my work a lot lighter. xx]

I’m the made of matchsticks boy
Returned to say hello
I’ve been travelling far and wide
It’s all been quite a show!
A cuckoo took me for its nest
Built of lots just like me
An eagle came and tossed him out
And took me to the sea.
We dropped into the water
And luck kept us afloat
Hugging little matchstick boys
Making matchstick boats.
We came upon a sandy beach
Where satisfied we lie
I rested my wet wooden frame
Until completely dry.
Then a young kid grabbed me
And chucked me really far
His dog sprinted and picked me up
Then we jumped in a car.
Left upon the kitchen floor
Crawled over by a mouse
Little boy’s sister took me
She was building a house!
Painted pink and wedged in tight
A mansion for the dolls
She tidied up this brittle boy
Repairing all the holes.
Turns out the house was not for her
A present for her mother
In her room we proudly sit
Safely in shade and cover.
After all my adventures
Perhaps this is the best
Love is the greatest gift to give
More wondrous than the rest.