Little Debbies Doll

Little Debbie use to have a doll It sat on a shelf on Debbie's wall It watched every move Little Debbie made Behind it's back it held a blade The doll told Little Debbie don't tell what I say For Ill have this house my way If you tell brother, Mummy and Dad It wont go well for them, it will be bad One day after school Little Debbie came home She found no doll she was all alone Running thru the house calling for her family Afraid to find what she might see The house was quite nowhere a sound Just dripping blood was all she found Mummy, Daddy and brother are all dead Holding each other on the master bed Little Debbie knew it was the doll's will It hated families and must kill The doll left Little Debbie all alone And went on to another home A Poem of Reaction Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Julia Ward 10/01/18