by Nick Gisburne
Veronica adored her dolls so much
That silly old pretending wouldn’t do.
She mixed a little miracle. Her touch
Was just enough to waken one or two.
When two became a dozen, then a crowd,
She taught them all the proper way to sit,
Until at last the first to speak aloud
Looked up at her and shouted, “This is shit!”
Veronica, significantly shocked,
Lamented, “But I bought you scarves and shoes!”
Her protestations mercilessly mocked,
They told her what they really wanted. “Booze!”
The playroom soon descended into sin,
But, far too young, they wouldn’t let her in.
