Rag Doll
The little boy who lives
down the lane
is evil,
Or maybe he’s insane,
Plays with rag dolls,
Wears girlie clothes,
And Heaven knows
what goes on behind that door,
No one hears, not one thing,
Nor even saw
his frozen grin in window frame,
Playing at his childhood game,
Whispers loud but no one stirs,
And the cat licks its lips,
Never purrs,
Sitting, satiated, and very still,
Tongue flicking mouth with a will,
Or does it smile
at the girl-dressed boy
who fondles eagerly this rag-doll toy?
© Michael Garrad February 2010
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