Fancy Little House

 

Here’s a story about my childhood toy,

That gave me so much joy.

Fancy little house without a boy.

Four girls build with plastic;

Gorgeous and fantastic

 

Meet Diana, the oldest in the house.

Blonde hair, brown skin,

Wait, have you seen her with that blouse?

Hair and dresses smells like rose.

But her gorgeous small face was eaten by a mouse.

Then my black Bratz doll, whose name is Loric.

Her dark blue eyes will make you fall like Titanic.

Has the coolest dress as cool as Atlantic,

But I lost her big head,

Now she just looks like a stick.

 

Now is Mae, the mermaid housemate.

Long white hair which looks so great.

She can’t be dress up; she can’t go to dates.

But now I lost her, I hope she already ate.

Finally, Barbara, my favorite girl.

She’s perfect including her curls.

Has so many accessories made of pearls,

But I burned her so she’s also gone.

 

Beneath my hands they all come to life.

They treat me like a god, so big and so wise.

But now, they’re gone. So is the fun.

Fancy little house, now empty and dull.




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