My Doll

I had a doll

Which did all sort of bad things

Scary, terrifying and terrible

Incidents you’ll be afraid of reminescing

She took out my cat’s eyes

And played with them like ball

We never saw her doing it

But she was with them in the hall

A voice used to sing at night

A sad and haunting croone

It lead to the doll’s cupboard all the time

That prolonged lullaby tune

She killed the neighbour’s dog one day

With its insides all pulled out

We found a blood knife

It was her, without a doubt

My parents are throwing the doll away

Instead I got a new ball

Now I’ll have to be good and quiet

Till I get another doll

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