In tribute to all things petite

pretty and sweet

The lonely doll

This verse I offer and greet

In desire to replete

The lonely doll

A portrait painted from truth

But imagined to soothe

The lonely doll

For Beauty, eternal in youth

Loves pity, compassion, and ruth

The lonely doll

I stumbled out of the saloon

An evening last June

The lonely doll

And heard a distant, mournful tune

Under the dyad moon

The lonely doll

My Soul, though with wine I did douse

The song did arouse

The lonely doll

I followed, a drunken louse

Unto a cardboard house

The lonely doll

And through the window to see

A doll before me

The lonely doll

Singing to the mirror was she

Was it a plea

The lonely doll

Her room was all dresses and bows

For a doll needs her clothes

The lonely doll

She leaned in to breathe from a rose

And stood on her tippy-toes

The lonely doll

With a brush made of jade and pearl

She straightened her blonde curl

The lonely doll

I saw the sad eyes of a girl

Under teardrops, aswirl

The lonely doll

She went to her canopied bed

And laid down her head

The lonely doll

She picked up her sheep-doll and said

Something with dread

The lonely doll

Though I was too drunk to make sense

I felt her Essence

The lonely doll

And turned to leave this pretense

For night, black and immense

The lonely doll

I remember that singing doll

And her grievous call

The lonely doll

As a little reminder to us all

Whose sadness wasn' t so small

The lonely d