by Rebecca Hubbs

Created on: September 30, 2008

Once upon a time

There was a little doll

And once upon a time

There was a little boy

A playful sort was he

And she was o so coy

He took the little doll

Down off her little shelf

He polished her porcelain face

And dressed her all in lace.

I'm in love with you he said

All those nights she shared his bed

And poets have wrote

Of the promises he made

And the plans that they laid

A love never to fade

And she truly loved the little boy

With all her little cloth heart

So happy was she to be his toy

His puppet right from the start

But soon enough the little boy

Grew bored of the little doll

He was a playful sort after all

He wanted something prettier

And perhaps not quite so small.

So he cast aside his plaything

And left without a backward glance

Bewildered and crying

She thought only of dying

Her little cloth heart now turned to stone

Her porcelain face- no longer shining

Cast out in the world completely alone

And the playful boy

Soon found a new doll to call his own

A lovely thing- more to his taste.

And so the past was all a waste.

And all the kings horses

And all the kings men

Cannot put the doll back together again.

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