My Favorite Toy

A little doll with black button eyes,
A lumpy head, that was large in size,
Unsure if it was a girl or boy…
But it still was my favorite toy.

The cloth was dirty, the thread was thin,
I had no clue what was stuffed within!
It’s crooked smile stuffed me with such a joy…
It was my number-one favorite toy.

With its sad expression, frowny smile,
It’d drag on behind me, mile after mile.
And though my mother, it did annoy…
It still was my top, favorite toy.

And when I needed a small midnight snack,
My doll’d hide in bed to take the slack.
It ranked high in my list of decoys,
And number one of my favorite toys.

My dolls’ company I so did enjoy,
I mean, that thing was the real McCoy!
Until in the washer…it was destroyed.
But to this day, it was my favorite toy.

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