little boy, broken toy (o little boy, broken boy XDD nu me decido)

once upon a time there was a boy
who loved above everything a cute little toy :]
he cherised and cared it for night and day
and so, laughing and playing, the years passed away :]

our little boy, now eight yearsof age
aspired to be
like his dad, a great mage

believing that magic
could make all anew
he took the little toy
and broke it in two D=
abrakadabra! become oneagain
but the toy wouldn't hear
he discovered in pain

running he went, to hisfather for aid
he went to his room
where sleeping he laid
before even two minutes
the great mage was awake :O

"what is it, my son?"
he said loud and clear
"it's my toy, my dear father"
the boy said with a tear T.T

the father tried to repair it
for days and for nights
but much as he tried
he just couldn't get it right

at las he gave up
threw the toy in the fire
with it burned the boy's
happiness and desires

"father" he said
when the toy finished burning
"I think I am broke too
for I feel myself hurting"

"where does it hurt honey?
maybe you just need rest"
"It hurts everywhere
most of all my chest"