Disheartened but not yet ready to surrender, the doll kept on her waddle to look for a home. It was one such corner she turned and came to meet a dog.
Its fur coat was so fuzzy, perfect for a hug, so the doll once more presented herself. But that dog, it only growned and spat at her.
Rejected again, was she, and it weighed on her little porcelain heart. That doll waddled onward, chipped face unwanted and ugly.
Who could love such a thing?
Who could ever want a broken doll like she?
Its fur coat was so fuzzy, perfect for a hug, so the doll once more presented herself. But that dog, it only growned and spat at her.
Rejected again, was she, and it weighed on her little porcelain heart. That doll waddled onward, chipped face unwanted and ugly.
