The Bad Doll And What Happened Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

bow down to me or else squeaked the dolly on the shelf

now I've seen it all I will not be your thrall

dolly stamped her feet

and caused the shelf to creak

the shelf fell down the stairs

along with all the bears

and zipped across the lawn

things beginning to go wrong

they all slid down the hill

and crashed into the mill

the mill stopped grinding wheat

pretty soon there's naught to eat

but only a few crumbs

and that's what always comes from being naughty.

mary angela douglas 1 march 2023