Here I sit
stuck top shelf
collecting dust next to ol' Betty Sue.
Her button eye was chewed off by
that Christmas puppy a few years back and
her arm hap-hazardly sewn back on by
the one you call "mother." I still remember
how you cried for poor 'ol Betty
as I sat up here on the shelf and watched
as you nursed her back to health with your
doctor kit. You put her up here for safe keeping, but
what about me? I'm not broken; I still have all my accessories.
I can still play.
Ah, those games of tag with the neighborhood children,
the floor is lava, and oh, those tea parties.
We did everything together. Good times those. I'm not
sure where you went but there is this new girl moving
in on your room so won't you come back? Sure the view
up here is nice but it's dirty and sorry to say 'ol Betty Sue
isn't much fun. Wont you come back?
Even for just one more game.