My Pretty Polly

Made is she of the finest porcelain, that daddy's Money can buy, with soft raven tresses, and blue Hued shining eyes. My pretty Polly baby doll, has a hand painted on Smile, and long curly eye lashes, that bat and blink, When one is not watching her, my cleverest of play Mates is she. You must understand one thing perfectly clear, dear Friend, my pretty Polly is no ordinary standard toy, Yes, I fully know that children have a vivid imagination, But sir or madam, I've seen it for myself, and felt her Malevolent presence. At first it was fun, playing these haunting games, A trickster’s paradise, she'd laugh and giggle, with Fiendish delight’s pleasure. But I'd always get blamed for the mischief, she'd get Us into, so I decided that I wouldn't play with her anymore. So I tucked my pretty Polly in a trunk, in the upstairs attic, And locked it up good, and tight. Later on that very same night, when I took off my slippers, And said my prayers, I snuggled beneath my comforting covers, Then beside me I realized in sheer terror, there she did lie, Smiling back at me, with those great big blue eyes. In the quiet and stillness of my very own bedroom, She did so whisper in a gentle sadistic voice, cuddling ever Closer to my tender year’s youthful ear, don't ever do Something likes that ever again. This is when I lost my childhood innocence, it was then That I realized the true matrix of our relationship, that I Was Polly's pretty playmate, not the other way around? Time passed by slowly after this earth shattering event, Deadly tea parties, hurtful games of hide and go seek, Until one day she turned her delicate porcelain face Away from me, announcing in a curt and mischievous voice, I'm rather quite bored with you. The next morning when I awoke she, my pretty Polly Baby doll had gone, never to be seen again. When questioned by my Papas, about her whereabouts, I gave him the same chilling smile, which this haunted Doll my pretty Polly, had given me time and time again, Well I'm not sure, she's lost my dearest father. Oh that's a shame my little child, would you like Another one to take her place, no I replied, a hug Will do instead, just fine!!! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN