Ted's Doll

"Ted, don't call me your doll again.
I feel like a puppet without a brain
And deeply resent such disdain",
But one fine morn she woke in her bed
To find her Ted very still and quite dead;
Tearfully she kissed his pale body and said:
"Here's your doll, my beloved Ted."

The next day they found her,
Open eyes - shining wet,
With a gun in her hand
And a bullet in her head.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz