Annie Mulholland: Grade 8
I know a little mime doll sitting on the shelf,
He doesn’t talk to anyone, except maybe himself,
He has a long and slender body, a very handsome chap,
But if he tried to dance, he would fall down flat,
For on his feet are two shoes, every woman knows,
to be special torture devices, meant for the daintiest of toes,
I have a little clown doll, who barely makes a sound
He likes to play tricks when no one is around
Pranks and riddles are a few things he adores
and he always finds a way to get out doing chores
I see a few bridesmaids huddled close together
They all look on, solemnly as if under the weather
They all have seen their share of the good and the bad
of the happy moments and the times that make us sad
They were there for my mother, and her mother, so long ago
And they faintly recall the sight of a rainbow
I hear a doll singing up in the attic
Tucked in a box just where I found it
She’s weak at the knees and can hardly stand
Wisdom beyond words as a 120-year-old can
My Great great Aunt, had died terribly young
but her and that doll had a lot of fun
So I just described my personal hobby
which may seem odd, but I find it quite jolly
to see the history behind the faces
and how they came from different places.
Annie this poem is amazing! really well done.
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