1wrote this back in the eighth grade for a poetry assignment, and for my best friend who does not like porcelain doll's thinking they'll come to life and kill you. That's her sort of thinking, so I wrote a poem about that for her.
Porcelain Doll
Sitting on my desk,
Sat a little doll.
Her glass eyes following every step I took.
Her innocent porcelain smile
Held a hint of thought,
Waiting for the perfect moment
To imply her plot.
Her delicate glass fingers
Held a porcelain knife,
When I turned my back
She stabbed me with that knife.
Crumpling to the floor
I saw her smile change,
From innocent to victorious,
And then back again.
And their you go.
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