Dorothy May
I
There once was a girl that went by the name of Dorothy May.
She had lots of stuffed animals, dolls n’ toys, and she loved to play.
On one particularly windy day, cries were heard from her room.
“Why, that’s loud”, her parents said, “What’s with all the gloom?”
“I lost my favorite doll”, cried Dorothy May, “She must be gone!”
“Don’t be sad,” her parents replied, “We’ll buy thee another one!”
And so they did; They took her to a toy store and let her choose.
She’d found a most wonderful doll! Time to share the good news.
“Mommy and daddy, this has to be, thou have to buy this for me!”
Dorothy May held a brand new friend, her eyes beaming with glee.
And so they happily paid, and off they were, to a happy new day!
The world is a wonderful place, her parents said to Dorothy May.
II
“Hello!” the child-like doll sounded itself, “I’m your friend!”
“And I’m yours too!”, how excited was Dorothy for the weekend.
How they played! They sang together, and they dined together,
How most wonderful were the picnics they had in nice weather.
Oh, but tea parties were the best! They led a debate with Mr. Bears,
What a charmer he was; He had the best jokes bringing them to tears.
For example, “What’s a bear’s most favorite dessert? Blue bear-y pie!”
They’d all have a hearty laugh, even Ms. Stuffers, who was very shy.
Mrs. Tigress would then tell them a tale, full of adventure and glee;
About a dragon snatching a princess, and a knight breaking her free.
At the end of the day, they’d all say good-byes and drink their tea,
Dorothy May had to go to bed, even if not sleepy. How sad was she!
III
But eventually, Dorothy May grew tired of her best friend.
Their close relationship was apparently coming to an end.
Instead of eating ice cream together, she stuffed her in the fridge.
They experimented with parachutes, by throwing her off a bridge.
Instead of having her while taking a bath; she threw her in the mud.
Her parents were worried for a while, "We can see some bad blood."
But Dorothy May brushed their worries off, while cutting her hair.
The doll didn't look anything like herself anymore, but May did not care.
During the night, when Dorothy May fell asleep, the doll felt fear.
She couldn't trust her best friend anymore, in her eye formed a small tear.
"I thought we were friends," the doll pleaded, with a saddened face.
Dorothy May was shocked, but she knew what to do, and to leave no trace.
IV
She took her mother's tailor scissors, putting the doll over her knee;
Cut open her belly, took out the chip. Dolls can't talk, this cannot be.
Dorothy May grabbed her father's hammer, smashed the chip to bits.
Its last words were, "Hello, I'm your fri..e..nd-", and it fell to her hits.
"No, you're not!", Dorothy May sneered, casting the doll aside.
The doll harshly landed on the floor, and hit the wall after a slide.
That was the moment the doll finally realized the harsh truth,
And forthwith started plotting revenge fitting of a broken heart.
Dorothy May had to pay. Yes! The doll shall take away her youth.
The decision was made. That way nothing shall ever set them apart!
Even though the sound chip was smashed by the fierce hammer,
The doll muttered one last "I was your friend", and ended the clamor.
V
She lay on the floor all day, watching Dorothy and biding her time,
Covered in a thin layer of dust. Oh, how she despised the grime.
Dorothy is going to bed! Now's her chance for a perfect crime.
The doll nervously climbed onto the bed. The opportunity was prime!
She held a lit wax candle over Dorothy's face, and let it slowly drip.
Drop after drop, and soon after, it hardened and tightened it's grip.
But first, before we proceed, let me ask you a question, shall I?
Have you ever seen a life-like doll? You will, just let the wax dry.
And now, where once a little girl used to lay, now lays a doll more.
She shall remain so until all her sins are redeemed and paid for.
The world is a wonderful place, or so her parents used to say.
But it appears not to be anymore, at least not for Dorothy May.
VI
In the morning her parents wept, "Where's our precious daughter?"
Silence and despair filled the house. There was no more laughter.
But far away, just across the town, a familiar face could be found;
In a doll shop window sat Dorothy May, by hardened wax bound.
Tears filled her vain eyes, not yet hollow, but full of regret and ire.
This must be that ungrateful doll's doing! Dorothy was spitting fire.
But wait! What was that? Someone grabbed her and pulled away.
A little girl not unlike Dorothy had purchased her! It'll all be okay.
'Twas her birthday and she brought Dorothy home, excited to play.
The world might still be a wonderful place, her parents used to say.
"I'm your friend!", she'd say. And that's what Dorothy thought.
Until when the little girl threw her away and said "No, you're not!"