A Boy's Doll

At a young age little boys are taught, To be strong, masculine, sensitive not. They are given toy vehicles and weapons, miniature men, Boys know what to do, but what happens when… A doll enters their lives, And his choices determine its kind? A doll of rags, torn, tired, and in distress, He made her this way, of her he made less. The affection is gone, his demands are all that matter, The poor ragdoll has been thrown, tossed, all thoughts of love shattered. A doll of plastic, known for her looks, nothing more, That’s all that matters to him, he could care less of her core. She can only follow, so-called love blinded, The shallow plastic doll, his ignorance she never minded. A doll of porcelain, loved and unharmed, He has treasured her, cradled her in his arms. She is in love with him, and his love for her is forever, The porcelain doll, full of love that shan’t sever. So here is a lesson for all the young boys: You may have once loved all your toys, But this one doll is above all the rest. So around her you must behave your best. Play with her, but not with her emotions. She needs love, attention, and the utmost devotion. She is not a ragdoll, your words and punches will sting, She is not made of plastic, looks aren’t everything. Treat her as though she were porcelain: A beauty inside and out, pure and untainted by sin. You will never find another doll like her, So treat her like your one and only treasure.