A crooked little girl and a crooked little houseA Poem by Chelsea L. EllsworthcrookedThere once was a crooked little girl Who lived in a crooked little house With her crooked little dolls Sitting in rows The crooked little girl played with these crooked little dolls Day by Day The crooked the girl made stories up By playing with her crooked little dolls She got a new crooked doll once every 2 days Her crooked little dolls came in every shape and size She took her niece as a crooked little doll She took her mother as a crooked little doll She had no father A maid dressed in black Helped her get the crooked little dolls Dolls that live on the inside but not the outside The crooked little girl went up in flames As did her house And all the crooked little dolls located withen The maid had died in her own crooked way Poisoning her self and burning alive The crooked little girl and the crooked little house All got thier punishment Flames and poison
© 2008 Chelsea L. EllsworthAuthor's Note
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Added on February 25, 2008 Last Updated on April 10, 2008 AuthorChelsea L. EllsworthAlpena, MIAboutI am me, Nothing more, Nothing less I'll write as much and as often as i can. more..Writing
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