They took her away too <br />Lucy, in her yellow dress and ribbon blue <br />Gone! <br />Margaret went before her <br />John a week ago <br />I am left behind in the toy store, <br />On my rack, alone. <br />No one wants to buy me <br />They think me too forlorn <br />My raven black curls <br />They say are too long; <br />My narrow black eyes, <br />My pride and joy <br />They say are too coy. <br />Everything about me, they say <br />Is “much too strong for a toy” <br />My smile even is disagreeable <br />“its evil”, they say…”its diabolical” <br />And yet-I hope, wish and pray <br />Some day will be my day <br />Some day when some child may <br />Come in and say <br />“shes the one”. <br />“shes the one I wan to buy” <br />“shes my kindof toy”!<br /><br />wardha jawdat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-s-the-one-4/
