Poem #21 - Favorite Toy

My favorite toy as a child was a doll,
Which I received when I was very small.
I believe my age was five,
When this gift in my arms did arrive,
Given to me around Christmas time by my aunt,
I felt as if I had received a wonderful grant.

The doll was made of soft cotton material,
In a red-colored dress,
As if ready to star in her own serial.
Her ragged appearance was quite visible,
But by no means abysmal.

As every child likes to do,
I named my doll too.
She was christened Lisa,
A German name,
For this little non-breathing dame.

One day,
Tired of her hairstyle I grew,
And out a pair of scissors flew,
Snip, Snip,
Her hair became lesser,
And after viewing my artwork,
I realized I better not become a hairdresser.

Many years later,
Different toys came and went,
But not one of them made
A sentimental dent,
So deep,
As that special doll I had many years ago
Been given to keep.

The End