A troll doll, and his second personality, Grandma Boris
I'll never see your face again,
Green hair or purple eyes.
Perhaps you're in a garbage can,
Lounging with the flies.
And rotten fish and old Kleenex-
I still mourn your demise.
You might be under my old couch,
Along with dirty socks,
Dead magazines and dust bunnies,
And my old building blocks.
You could have been stolen
By my little cousin-
The one who's spoiled rotten.
You were loved, and
You were lost, but
Will not be forgotten.
(God I'm a freak.)