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The forgotten figurine
It was freezing cold, no blanket to wrap,
no lap to keep me warm
Long time I ever heard laughter and rap,
nor I wandered out my dorm,
I was the prettiest doll among the best toys,
Of the house where I lived,
envied among the racing cars of the boys.
I had a room and pretty box, to stay and lay,
Rested on a pink satin cushioned bed,
crowned as a princess, claimed a lucky charm.
Weathered were the days, pink satin rusted red.
Toys were plenty, dolls amass, in all hustle lost an arm.
Was placed among the broken toys for long,
Hardly ever heard children sing a song.
Sometimes forgotten out on the swing and at the garden bench,
Was left in the hot sun and cold rain to drench.
My broken arm was a tool to clean the sink,
Ringlets that curled were trimmed, that robbed my naughty wink.
Am forgotten out again, will I find a home, or have to grow old in this brome
© kriszzin
no lap to keep me warm
Long time I ever heard laughter and rap,
nor I wandered out my dorm,
I was the prettiest doll among the best toys,
Of the house where I lived,
envied among the racing cars of the boys.
I had a room and pretty box, to stay and lay,
Rested on a pink satin cushioned bed,
crowned as a princess, claimed a lucky charm.
Weathered were the days, pink satin rusted red.
Toys were plenty, dolls amass, in all hustle lost an arm.
Was placed among the broken toys for long,
Hardly ever heard children sing a song.
Sometimes forgotten out on the swing and at the garden bench,
Was left in the hot sun and cold rain to drench.
My broken arm was a tool to clean the sink,
Ringlets that curled were trimmed, that robbed my naughty wink.
Am forgotten out again, will I find a home, or have to grow old in this brome
© kriszzin
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