Going Bratz !

I hear the whispers at night
in the bottom of my cupboard.
Soft girlish voices
more sinister than Mother Hubbard.
I know there are four of them
we’ve played many times before.
But not lately now i’m older
Now they’re evening up the score.
They wait til i am sleepy
all comfy in my bed.
Then in their plastic heels
drum eerie music in my head.
I’ve tried earplugs and pillows
sadly all to no avail.
And when i wake up in the morning
there’s a tiny clothing trail.
There’s no convincing my parents,
they think it’s just too much.
How i wish they were receiving
that hard cold plastic touch.
They tug at the bedclothes
when at night up they climb.
Those well lashed eyes
oversized – just stare all the time.
At one time we were friendly
rarely ever apart.
How was i to know
they took my rejection to the heart.
So now i’m being haunted
by my plastic playmates from the past.
Oh no !! … Here they come !!!
I hope my end is … fast…

Going Bratz !

Kazzii

Maryborough, Australia

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Ever wondered just what those long forgotten toys at the bottom of your cupboard are doing lately ? and will you leave them there …

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