The Lonely Doll

in tribute to all things petite

pretty and sweet

- the lonely doll

this verse I offer and greet

in desire to replete

- the lonely doll

a portrait painted from truth

but imagined to soothe

- the lonely doll

for beauty, eternal in youth

loves pity, compassion and ruth

- the lonely doll

I stumbled out of the saloon

an evening last June

- the lonely doll

and heard a distant mournful tune

under the dyad moon

- the lonely doll

my soul, though with wine I did douse

the song did arouse

- the lonely doll

I followed, a drunken louse

unto a cardboard house

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and through the window to see

a doll before me

- the lonely doll

singing to the mirror was she-

was it a plea?

- the lonely doll

her room was all dresses and bows

for a doll neeeds her clothes

- the lonely doll

she leaned in to breathe from a rose

and stood on her tippy-toes

- the lonely doll

with a brush made of jade and pearl

she straightened her blonde curl

- the lonely doll

I saw the sad eyes of a girl

under teardrops, a swirl

- the lonely doll

she went to her canopied bed

and laid down her head

- the lonely doll

she picked up her sheep-doll and said

something with dread

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though I was too drunk to make sense

I felt her essence

- the lonely doll

and turned to leave this pretense

for night, black and immense

- the lonely doll

I remember that singing doll

and her grievous call

- the lonely doll

as a little reminder to us all

whose sadness wasn't so small

- the lonely doll