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Storm Troopers on Parade!

Stormtroopers are infectious,
Their stance is quite precise,
They line up in formation,
Each helmet shiny white and nice.

They guard the decks of Lego,
Where battles soon are played,
And though they’re made of plastic,
They march without dismay.

Their ship’s not yet completed,
But still they stand so proud,
Awaiting orders from their base,
They’ll shout them clear and loud!

So if you see them standing,
All ready, brave, and staid,
You’ll find yourself saluting too;
They’re Stormtroopers on Parade!

Brick by Brick – The Joy of Building LEGO.

Brick by Brick – A Tudor Build

With steady hands and focused mind,
Each tiny piece falls into line.
Brick by brick, a tale is spun,
A challenge set, a task begun.

The Tudor charm, so bold, so grand,
With timber beams at my command.
A rooftop steep, in red it glows,
With windows peeking - watching close.

The flowers bloom on window sills,
A café waits with treats to fill.
A cobbled street, a world so small,
Yet built with patience - standing tall.

Hand and eye in perfect sync,
Each step ahead, I stop and think.
A test of skill, a work of art,
A puzzle solved - my favourite part.

And when it’s done, I step away,
Admiring what I’ve built today.
A sense of pride, a task complete,
A LEGO world - so pure, so neat!

Built for Adventure – The LEGO Land Rover Classic!

Brick by Brick – A Land Rover Tale

Piece by piece, the build took shape,
A classic form - no room for escape.
In shades of green, so bold, so true,
A rugged ride in perfect view.

A sturdy frame, a roof so white,
Windows clear, reflecting light.
A spare wheel fixed upon the back,
For off-road dreams on any track.

A fire extinguisher - bold and red,
For safety near the trails ahead.
With doors that open, wheels that turn,
Each brick in place with love and learn.

A Land Rover built with patience strong,
Adventure calls - it won’t be long!

Democracy Lost

You call it fair; you call it free,
A land of choice, democracy.
Yet here we stand, our rights undone,
No ballot cast, no voice, no sun.

You shape our town, you change our street,
Decisions made where powers meet.
Yet in the halls where votes are tallied,
Our names erased, our rights invalid.

A council rules, but not for us,
A voice ignored—unfair, unjust
You tax, you build, you shape the powers,
Yet silence wraps these thoughts of ours.

A hollow right, a broken trust,
Democracy reduced to dust.
For when the people stand apart,
The system rots at its own heart.

So hear us now, the voiceless crowd,
Denied, ignored, yet strong and proud.
For votes withheld will fan the flame—
Without us there, it's not the same.