Poetry contest

[pleasantmonkey210]

Okay all you fellow A*G lovers, I have come up with a great idea for your dolls. A poetry contest! Let's get those little doll brains a thinkin'! All you have to do is post a reply with the poem on it, simple as that! Make sure to include the title. The deadline is August 9, 2006. Happy Writing!

*And remember dollies no cheating. If you copy a famous Poet's work, that's plagerizing. That's Bad!*

[robin0850]

Here's my contribution---- [img]biggrin.gif[/img] (--edited to add title!)


Ode to an AG Goner

When Prasnlrd got White-Bodied Molly,
She took one look, and said, "Golly!--
I SAID that I would,
Though no one thinks that I SHOULD,
So, to limit my dolls is pure folly!"

(Heeheehee!) [img]graemlins/devil.gif[/img] [img]graemlins/island.gif[/img] [img]biggrin.gif[/img]

<font color="#33CCCC" size="1">[ August 03, 2006 07:32 PM: Message edited by: AsianAG ]</font>

[Donna Cotterman]

A cheer for the Contest!

Ok Dolls from the North,.. South, ..East... and West,

Stay up late... there'll be no rest,

Words that rhyme are needed for this test...

Come on girls let's give it our best!!!

[img]graemlins/angel.gif[/img] ^j^ Mrs. C.

Ok I will work on it and get back to you. It's been a long time since I was a sub-cheerleader.

[pleasantmonkey210]

Mrs. C, THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL!

[Donna Cotterman]

Here's my Poem....

A Doll?s Memory
By Mrs. C.

I have on my brand new dress, shoes and socks
And I am tucked inside this long narrow box.
They?re talking outside about a Christmas tree
Oh, I wonder, what is going to happen to me.

The box is flip flopping with me inside
I don?t really like this carnival ride.
Put me down, I?ll get sick you know.
Who needs paper, tape and a big red bow?

Oh, they?ve finally stopped with the wrapping
And after that ride, I will be napping.
Soft music drifts into my cardboard bed,
I close my eyes and rest my head.

Time passes and then a terrible noise
Is it wild Indians, or worse ? little boys?
There?s squealing and giggles and even a cry
My box with me is being tossed into the sky.

There?s a tearing and ripping sound
Oh dear, I think it might be my new gown.
I?m rolling again and then back on the ground
My box lid opens and I look around.

Off come the rubber bands and I am free.
Then two little hands reach out for me.
Hugs and then kisses all over my face.
This is a wonderful place.

When she stops for a minute, I take a peek,
She smiles and touches my cheek
My new Mommy is as happy as can be
And she looks beautiful to me.

Being an American Girl doll is my glory
But if this doll could speak, I?d tell my story
How one Christmas I was more than just another toy
I became a little girl's pride and joy.

[KimberBee]

Awww!! What a sweet poem Mrs. C! Goodness I don't know if I'll be able to top that. I was going to try and write something but I need some inspiration...

[Donna Cotterman]

Thank you. I enjoy working on poems and stories when I travel. Was on the road for the first solo drive since I fractured my L1 vertebrae. I had a garden accident over Memorial Day weekend. It was great to be back in the drivers seat. [img]smile.gif[/img]

Must take some pictures of new items and update the doll inventory. I will try to get Tess out of her box to check out Jess' scooter. Someday it would be fun to be in my own house again and have all the dolls unpacked.
But they are safe and sound in their boxes and DS will be back next week from UNLV. He should have his masters degree and then wants to head to New Zealand for his PHD.
Stories are fun and poems help while the time when I'm on the road. Hope to see some more here... ^j^ Mrs.C.

[*AG Star*]

Does it have to be from the doll's point of view, or does it just have to be about dolls?

[fly-away]

The Neglected Doll

When I was a very brand new doll
My owner loved me so
I was taken everywhere
And was toted to and fro.
But then one day my owner gave up
and stuffed me in the closet
for she turned 13 and against my pleas
I was given up for nailpolish.
I sat and cried for the longest time.
A bug crawled across my cheek.
A spiderweb was spun one day
Across my dusty frock
And went all the way down to my sock.
My braids became all ratty
and inhabited with mice
and they left some presents that were not very nice.
Then one day
After 5 long, long years
My owner came back, you see
For she was moving out.
So I saw sunlight for the very first time
In a long, long time
But it went away all too fast
as I was put in a box
and put in the basement
Never knowing when
I would be loved
again.

[robin0850]

(sniff) That's just soooo saaaad! [img]graemlins/cry_smile.gif[/img]