The Dolls Four

Inspired by the brilliant mind of Ethan Boroian.

 

In a castle alone somewhere deep in the stars

A girl’s lived alone through the aeons.

She’s bored of her storybooks, poems and songs,

Disposed of her felt-tips and crayons.

What Eve wanted was clear and she set out to get them

A set of dolls truly unique!

To be made from real people, shrunk down using magic

To fill her bare dolls house antique.

 

The first girl she found lived up high on a hill

Surrounded by clouds deepest black

When lightening came flying it always would hit her

And knock her out with a loud ‘crack!’

So Eve took her first girl and using her magic

She turned the young thing into plastic

So that next time it thundered and dolly was nearby

They needn’t do anything drastic!

 

The second she found in the hottest of deserts

She was being made ill by the heat

No matter how much ice cold water she drank

Her throat felt as dry as her feet!

So Eve whisked her second girl back to the castle

Did not help to hydrate her, instead,

She swapped a giant bowl that was filled up with water

With her second new doll’s pretty head

 

The third she found sat all alone on a sofa

Always eating she’d gotten so fat

That her legs couldn’t hold her so she was immobile

She just carried on eating like that

So Eve grabbed her third girl and helped her get thinner

And then sealed the dolls mouth tightly shut

So should ever she see just the slightest of portions

It would never end up in her gut.

 

The last doll she found was a man rather normal

Not special but always content,

He would smile and wave joyfully all through the day

And was always a through and through gent.

So Eve took this last man and seeing his kindness

Presented him wings made of gold

Made him handsome and wealthy with all he could want

And made sure he would never grow old.

 

So they lived in the castle for weeks rather nicely

Eve wore a huge smile everyday

But she didn’t notice her three dolls of womanhood

Busily plotting away.

For they’d become jealous of the gifts of the male one

And tired of the dolls house antique.

So they planned to escape from the castle completely

The naughty young female doll clique.

 

So one day they ran for it, scattered and dashing

As Eve chased them round feeling manic

Her male doll was scouting and aiding his captor

To find the 3 dolls in a panic

 

The first doll was running and almost got caught

So hid by the fireplace round

But the heat she’d forgotten was not good for plastic

She melted and never was found

 

The second doll ran to the top of the stairs

Her dress damp and ever so tattered

It caught on her ankle, down the stairs she went flying

Her head filled with water was shattered

 

The third doll was tiring and wanting a breather

She saw Eve behind her so near

But her mouth was shut tight, so unable to scream

Eve trod her flat, leaving a smear

 

The male doll seeing the chaos and carnage

Knew Eve was not destined for joy

So he opened a window and flew out alone

To leave her to find a new toy.

Reviews

[S. Georgia]

I love how this is creepy yet oddly cute. I could sense a bit of a playful rhythm to the poem that seems to lull the reader into believing that what the little girl is doing is just fun and games.
And I love the descriptions of the dolls.

[Simplicity]

Creepy, but incredibly cute. It's a pretty joyful tone to me, as if there wasn't anything wrong with kidnapping little girls and making them your dolls. Good job!