The Old Yo-Yo Poem

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An old yo-yo, weathered and worn,
A cherished toy, since he was born,
A simple pleasure, a childhood delight,
A source of joy, from morning till night.
With skillful flicks of his wrist,
He made the yo-yo spin and twist,
Intricate tricks, he'd proudly show,
With practiced moves, he'd let it go.
Up and down, it would dance and play,
A timeless toy, in a modern day,
Bringing laughter, bringing fun,
In the summer's warmth, or winter's sun.
He'd walk the dog, and rock the cradle,
Around the world, with skill so stable,
The yo-yo, a constant companion,
A source of endless fascination.
Through the years, it stood the test,
With dents and scratches, it was blessed,
A treasure of memories, a cherished toy,
That brought him laughter, and endless joy.
Though time moved on, and he grew old,
The yo-yo's magic, never got old,
A simple pleasure, a timeless delight,
The old yo-yo, a childhood's light.