Rarely do I find myself in a sentimental mood, but this week I found out that Play Mobil was celebrating it’s 40th birthday, and quite frankly, I couldn’t help myself…
Happy birthday, Play Mobil
You’ve been here forty years.
I’ll raise a tiny plastic cup
To celebrate. So cheers!
Our house would just not look the same
Without your plastic toys
That infiltrate most every room
And bring joy to both my boys.
Fire engines, dustmen’s trucks,
A great big yellow digger,
Speedboats, trailers, motorbikes.
We need a house that’s bigger.
Knights of old with sturdy steeds
Warn dragons off with fires.
A jumbo jet with passengers
(Some are frequent flyers).
Pirates sporting salty scars
Cling tightly to the rigging
Whilst men in hi-vis jackets
Are busy perpetually digging.
It’s true, they don’t quite stay as new
There may be deviation.
A farmer holds a fireman’s hose
To solve a livestock conflagration.
A pirate wears a spaceman’s hat,
He dreams of lunar travel.
Alas, he’s tethered to a pig
With rope we can’t unravel.
Pirate coins are piglet feed,
A ladder is a sword.
But one this stays consistent:
My boys are never bored.
So, my little straight-armed friends
With those little dots for eyes
An ability to grip on tight
To things of a certain size.
Let’s raise a cheer to celebrate
An amazing forty years.
Shame that you won’t hear us
As you’ve got no flipping ears.