OK, it's a slow afternoon, so I jotted this down for the heck of it.
My dollieh is a goooood dollieh - a poem
My dollieh is a goooood dollieh,
she watches all day.
She struggles past her sisters,
steps into the fray.
My dollieh is a goooood dollieh,
looking down from her perch.
She watches intently
as I frantically search.
My dollieh is a goooood dollieh,
vinyl, plastic, metal and more.
Where are those pieces?
Ah, here on the floor.
My dollieh is a goooood dollieh,
I'm making her friend.
She patiently waits
for my fevered work to end.
My dollieh is a goooood dollieh,
her eyes so bold and clear.
She smiles at me sweetly,
knowing that the reveal is near.
My dollieh is a goooood dollieh,
you could almost swear she thinks.
So demure, so kawaii,
yet she dresses like a minx.
My dollieh is a goooood dollieh,
oh, her skirt is too tight.
I look and I fiddle,
until it fit's her just right.
My dollieh is a goooood dollieh,
these verses are done.
My dollieh is a goooood dollieh,
she knows she's number one...