I am a doll with
sparkling glass eyes
I am the envy of
girls who pass by
I am beautiful and perfect
in every way
but boys don't play with dolls
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5 comments:
I think the imagery is a little cliched...
And some of the lines are too abstract to be evocative (that's the same problem I have with Maverick's poems from time to time).
But I second the fact that boys don't/shouldn't play with dolls?
Miss, though I would have to agree with slightly cliche descriptions, I did enjoy the introspective couplets contrasting a disapointing observation, that may or may not be true.
Cliche, I think, works for this poem. At any rate, I liked it.
It all depends on what kind of doll we're talking about I suppose.
I think that boys don't play with dolls because dolls don't play back. If you want a boy you might want to consider branching out from beyond just a doll.
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No matter how your eyes may sparkle, they're still glass. Remember that when you decide about boys and dolls.
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