My Lego King

He builds his kingdom by hand,
With bricks that are stronger than sand.
He wears his crown on his head,
The crowd hanging on every word he said.
He might be small,
but he is my master.
But only because 
he’s my little brother.
We use swords and shields
that no one could destroy.
We’ll be better than the kingdom of Troy.
Even when we grow up,
I’d never forget.
That my brother was once a king,
the best I’ve ever met.

22 thoughts on “My Lego King”

  1. Awesome poem! My little brothers had more legos growing up than I have ever seen. One day I went downstairs (the girls rooms were upstairs and the boys rooms were in the basement) and our entire basement was covered in wall to wall legos and there were my four little brothers sitting in the middle of it all playing. It was crazy!

  2. Love your poem! It really hits home with me because I have two little Lego kings in my house. They are spread out all over the floor in front of me as I type this 🙂

  3. I love the simplicity of this poem. I have so many great memories building Lego houses and castles with my cousins. This would be wonderful to paste alongside this photo collage in a scrapbook to give him when he's older! 🙂

  4. Love your poem, it brings the best memories from childhood and reminds us about our lovely siblings.<br /><br />Fan R @TeddyOutReady<br />

  5. My brother was a Lego aficionado when we were growing up. I remember him taking his Legos with him wherever we went and always building things and pretend playing with them. My boys loved them too when they were younger.

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