That big old creepy porcelain doll
staring at me after all.
What if it will come alive,
that is something I dont thrive.
Just sitting there staring deeply,
oh my gosh that is so creepy.
Im scared that if im not nice,
it will eat me with a side of rice.
Oh no I hear it coming,
I guess its time for running.
Oh wait this is a nightmare,
I`ll wake up and be outta here.
So i wake up to see,
The doll is where its supposed to be,
Sitting there staring at me.
brittney blais
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fear-of-porcelain-dolls-that-big-old-creepy-porcelain-doll/
