She is pleasing and delicate,

Attractive and entertaining.

Wind her up.

Listen as she sings

Her mundane, chilling tune.

And watch.

Watch as she does her little dance,

That stupid little dance.

 

Inside her, a network

Of mechanical wheels and gears.

Torsion springs designed to

Create a performance to one’s ears,

And a delight to one’s eyes.

 

Again! Wind her up again!

Isn’t it charming, amusing perhaps

Watching her.

Isn’t this why she was created?

Her body parts

Masterfully made to

Execute a premeditated slinky dance.

Or to be flaunted

For others to make a lampoon of her.

 

Wind her up too much.

She’s now unlovely.

Her grating cacophony is childish and off-key.

Her movements are jarring and robotic.

 

She is not pleasing and delicate.

She is scandalous and worn,

Improper and ugly.