Lovely Darla,
I am so so sorry.
I didn't mean to leave you on the floor,
For my younger sister Sally to pick up.
I am so sorry,
That she tore off your head,
And threw you around.
I am so sorry,
The dog came and dragged you around,
cut holes in you.
I am so sorry,
Sally just tossed your head into a bowl of cereal.
But its ok, i just found it,
But I must admit,
you were my least favorite doll,
Thursday, March 5, 2009
So sorry
Posted by Angie Karamanyan at 8:58 AM
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5 comments:
Oh wow! That's creepy... :P Darla... that's a creepy name.
that has got to be the meanest thing i have ever herd in a long time.you should be a poet when you get older.that was good.i hope you didn't do this poem just because you had to because that would be a waste of a good talent.
I like the mystery of this poem. It is a little frightening until the very last line...
That was a good poem.It was kind of demented but it was good.You should be a poet when you get older.Do you even have a doll?I don't think you even have a little sister ether!!!!
I love really like this poem of yours Angie. Its so funny, sad and rude at the same time. Like you can put so many emotions in to one poem. Like every one was saying you would make a good poet one day. Keep up your wonderful work Angie! -Jenna
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