I owned a rag doll when I
was young,
I used to hug it and love
it, all day long.
Of course some times I
could be a bit rough,
and once, accidentally,
ripped one of its arms off.
Another time, by accident
no doubt,
one of its eyes popped
right out.
Yes I remember, with no
signs of mercy,
I could punch it, toss
it, squash it, and get it quite dirty.
But no matter what I did –
of course, I regret it all,
she would still smile at
me, my little rag doll.
- MGL