My Doll

Where are you my doll?
My doll
Your ringlet’s I yearn to twirl in my fingers
And a brush of your cherry red lips
My poised pretty
peaceful medusa
All ready for drummer boy’s
Sticks
A park a picnic
A gentle ado
My doll
My doll
Where are you ?
We haven’t had tea!
The teddy’s are tired and worn and free
And my arms feel cold
And I’m restless and old!
I crave the attention of thee!