Whatever happened to the backyard? (this is weak tea poetry)

Whatever happened to fireflies in my mustard? A picnic elegy.

Whatever happened to The White Album afterschool? A cloudy sundae.

Whatever happened to the Putt-Putt ticket sweepstakes? An orange ball hole-in-one.

Whatever happened to my wooden sword? An empty refrigerator box.

Whatever happened to a ghost-tag flashlight? Eaten by pixie stix.

Whatever happened to a dirt-rubbed ruler? Trapper Keeper.

Whatever happened to Arthur Pendragon's 20-sided dice? Rusted dragon teeth.

Whatever happened to banana slides? An October sunset.

Whatever happened to One-Eyed Willy's restaurant? Buried in my living room couch-fort.

Whatever happened to the candy bookstore? Not till after dinner.

Whatever happened to dog-eared Dragonlance paperbacks? Sitting in a moldy Elven knapsack.

Whatever happened to Mop Tops on cassette tapes? Mom's old station wagon.

Whatever happened to Englishmen in my Muppet forests? Finally on DVD.

Whatever happened to tracing paper airplanes? Eaten by evil cartoons.

Whatever happened to purple clouds in my yesterday? A two month haiku.

Whatever happened to the backyard? Rusted leaves fell. And came back to life.