What a Dummy

They were all in a line, mannequins in a row, nothing to say or do, nowhere to go, one look could say a thousand things, without the curve a knowing eyebrow brings. They came to dress me until I was best as I could be, people gazed at me thro' the window pane, and wanted everything that I displayed, they had to have, no matter what they paid. There was a ripple of applause from plastic joints, at last it was proved that I had my good points, I savoured the moment till I had to change, they had to get ready for the spring range. All of my friends still stared rather wide-eyed, they wanted to but there were no tears when they cried.