Fear Of Porcelain Dolls (That Big Old Creepy Porcelain Doll) Poem by brittney blais
Fear Of Porcelain Dolls (That Big Old Creepy Porcelain Doll)
That big old creepy porcelain doll
staring at me after all.
What if it will come alive,
that is something I dont thrive.
Just sitting there staring deeply,
oh my gosh that is so creepy.
Im scared that if im not nice,
it will eat me with a side of rice.
Oh no I hear it coming,
I guess its time for running.
Oh wait this is a nightmare,
I`ll wake up and be outta here.
So i wake up to see,
The doll is where its supposed to be,
Sitting there staring at me.
Put that doll under the bed with the discarded tissues, half read books, forgotten socks and the half drank cups that long to be in a dishwasher. that will teach her never to stare at you again! ! Fun read Brittney. Thanks.
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5/4/2024 2:16:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I feel this way about creepy cabbage patch dolls....very clever write here...you should burn the thing before it can get you...write more, I'm intrigued.