Short Dollies Poems

Polly loved eating lollies
She'd rather eat sweets than play with toys and dollies
She began to regret
The sweets that she ate
When her teeth all fell out for her follies...

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I'm way down the track, eighty-five by golly
But my choo-choo has yet to run off the trolley
Still eat by myself
I'm in pretty good health
Still charm the pants off some cute young dollies...

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I'm way down the track, over eighty by golly
But my choo-choo has yet to run off the trolley
Still eat by myself
I'm in pretty good health
Still charm the pants off some cute young dollies...

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Snowflakes fall like white crocheted dollies
upon the warm soil of spring’s earth
their fragile kisses melting
They caress the crocus
pucker up to buds
on the maple
give a peck
to the
cat....

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Shh! Do not wake the dollies the girls warned the stranger.
He was someone new, unknown, they had never seen him.
He did not pay attention and woke one and then the other.
They never forgave him, their new stepfather....

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I'm way down the track, almost eighty by golly
But my choo-choo hasn't yet run off the trolley
Still eat by myself
I'm in pretty good health
Still charm the pants off some cute young dollies


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Her little world shattered
Dollies made of paper
Heart and soul tattered
Feelings turned to vapor

A life now a wreck
Brings innocence lost
With love not a speck
Just hatred the cost

Alone on a sea
Of guilt-laden woe
No longer carefree
It won't let her go

Damaged goods here
Childhood's been taken
Forcing out a numb tear
She just feels forsaken...

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She was waiting for Pat to come around.
To figure out that she was the one to be found.
He left with dollies on his arm, to the boats.
She did not mind, he was sowing his oats.

I will always be here, she thought, and rightly so.
She had nowhere else to be, nowhere to go.
Other men invited her to do this and that.
But she was saving herself for her friend Pat....

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Christmas Rhymes

Christmas is my favorite time of the year.
People are filled with goodwill and holiday cheer. 
Tis the season to be jolly.
Girls are hoping for brand-new, dollies.
Presents are under the Christmas tree.
It is decorated perfectly. 
Red, silver, and green decorated balls.
Silver tinsel, and an angel topper completes it all. 
This describes homes with the Christmas tree.
Childrens faces illuminate with glee.
As they look at their presents under the Christmas tree....

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Written by Gail DeBole

Pink polka-dotted skin stretching body-wide.
Bulges interrupting other-wise peaceful areas.
Spots of lotion and cherry-flavored tongue 
Comforting misery.

Across the room, stacked in safety;
Precious dollies that will be played with another day.
With forever smiles.

One last sniffle for the night.
A hankie is tossed into the glass that serves as a hoop.
Nostrils attempt to function, and a sudden cough 
Shocks the precious dollies. 

Their smiles remain....

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