Room of Childhood

That room I lived;
In bed I dreamed;
On shelves books so
Very surely plenty;
Through days spent
Completely thinking;
One lizard and one
Hamster did perish
In that tiny abode
So minuscule shutting;
Missed they were in
Many boring years!
That small room held
Massive and epically
Staged crusades and
Conflicts so hidden
And secret from world!
Endless racing cars
Did scurry; three dozen
Seemed doomed to faller
And only two finished
In glorious victory; the
Others were eaten by
Dinosaurs and monsters
Most assuredly ferocious;
There titanic snakes did
Joyfully crush untold
Numbers of victims;
Those plastic reptiles
Made plotted slithers
And clashed with kings
Of brown carpet kingdoms!
Miniature soldiers of
Green and gray nations,
Plentifully made combat
On so very tiny mountains
And fantastically issued
Orders to destroy enemy;
In fake bunkers stayed;
From time to time sent
Invisible bullets to air;
Trying, hoping to bring
Down seemingly invincible
Silently flying jets so
Stealthy and sometimes very
Bulky; destructive were
Those few molded planes;
In bulb lit sky flew and
Maneuvered from fingers
So very small indeed; bugs
Were seemingly housed in
Clothes and toys mostly
Scattered upon dirty floor;
I made short campaigns of
Thorough and extremely
Hectic assassinations; the
Tiny devils weren't much
Opposition even to a weak
Boy such as me; mainly hand
Used in the eradication!
Square blocks made towers
And curved beams made flight;
Every spire so randomly
Placed on created blue sea;
Cities I could hold within
My eager little palms so
Very crazily tired always!
Education was very classic
And text seemed infinite;
Every lesson was studied
On bed and floor the same!
Those absolute freedoms I was
Allowed to experience in
That place of childhood now
Completely lost from me;
In that place of youthful
Learning and understanding
So very chiseled in mind!