“Hi, Dolly, could you hold these for me?” The teenager asked.

I wasn’t sure what she said, but I had nothing to do that afternoon.

So I held on to her birthday balloon.

“Thanks, Dolly. Could you wear this for me?”

I liked that she asked, and I liked our chat

So I nodded and wore her top hat.

“Perfect, Dolly. Could I paint your face to be pretty for me?”

I loved to be played with, and I loved to be dolled up

So of course I let her add makeup.

“Great, Dolly. Could you wear these new clothes?”

She was, I admit, making me quite the sight.

Still, I loved my new stripes and tights.

“Finished, Dolly, and now you’re all mine,” My Owner said.

Was I a doll? It sounded quite right, though I had never been sold.

Still, I did as I was told.