All made of odds and ends
A jumble creation; of jagged corners,
Lost buttons, and missing cotton balls
Flawed and un-designed
pieced together in a strange way
A rag doll of chance for nothing
Naive you choose this mishap
But now you want a tin soldier
Shinning and new
Polished buttons and brightly coloured
Standing to attention
Able to leap into action at your command
Perfect and lovely
Put together just right
A soldier of imagining
How can I, a rag doll stand
Without the legs you gave me
You’ve taken them out from under me
Undone the seams, unravelled the wool
Taken to start your tin mans coat
For me, who of metal, Will never be
