I always waited for my birthday to come, so I could be showered in gifts
It's the time my family members become spendthrifts
I always loved presents, until that dark and dreary day
Where I acquired a wooden statue, its eyes were made of clay
I thought what a curious thing. Could this be the card?
Where was the parcel, the wrapping and the bow, all this thinking left me scarred!
Could this be it, what a moronic token?
Such dodgy craftsmanship goes unspoken
Quickly but surely I cast the beast aside
Secrecy was the key or my uncle would be mortified
After the party my patience wore thin
A sat and stared at its rugged skin
It stood there and mocked my every move
I could not discard it my parents would surely disprove
I set it on the shelf, for it was spoiling my mood
How could he give me something so disgusting and crude?
Its brown splintery tongue protruded, like a teasing child
I looked at its poorly painted eyes, outraged but beguiled, BEGUILED!
With a sudden surge of strength I cast a stone at it
It deserved to be thrown into a blazing firey pit
With a shake and a leap it feel from its taunting state
With a joyful cry I enjoyed its terminal fate
Inside, a shiny gold inscription read 1438
AN ANTIQUITY! I bellowed in an angry frenzy
Even in death this accursed object scorns me