My Favorite Doll
Ordinary dolls for me
weren’t too exciting.
Dolls I wanted had to be
sure-fire delighting!
Dolls like Chatty Cathy or
ones with tapes to play. . .
Speak, and a devise would store
what your doll would say.
These dear Santa never brought
as a gift for me.
Barbie, though, and trolls I got
underneath my tree.
Tiny Thumbelina was
one doll that I raved
to my mom about because
she’s the doll I craved!
Crank her knob, she’d move her head
sweetly to and fro
like a real child on my bed.
How I loved her so!
Inspired by Linda-Marie Bariana's
Contest: "Toyland"
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
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