Scary Dolls

• Caitlin Blackshaw, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2013

Scary old dolls smell like mold
They can sit in your cupboard and say things untold
Their plastic skin looks so cold
They stare at you and wait until you go to sleep
Then they look at you and stare
The scariness no one could bare
These dolls have messed up hair
Trying to look at them do it of you dare….
Their demonic eyes everyone will despise
They will talk to you and tell you messed up lies.