The Story of A Broken Doll

The Story of A Broken Doll

Once I was whole

Now I am a broken doll

Down the ancient hills, I roll and I roll

Once I was a doll!

The finest kind!

Oh boy

The toddler broke me into pieces,

That is for sure!

Once I was whole!

My makers promised me

A life of luxury 

In a middle-class household

Now I am a broken doll!

I am waiting for a mechanic-

to make me whole!

* This is purely an experiment in the dark art of writing.