Pinocchios bride

Pinocchios bride

A Poem by Sane Betwixt

Manikin, manikin why do you weep?

You must be tired if you never sleep.

Your skin is as white as the pure driven snow,

But cold to the touch as a porcelain doll.

Manikin, manikin let's go to bed.

Are you detachable? Give me your head.

Manikin, manikin wont say a word,

If only you could hear the things I have heard.

Your hair it is yellow, your eyes they are blue,

Your body is hollow and missing a screw.

Manikin, manikin eyes open wide,

I'll be Pinocchio, you'll be my bride. 

© 2017 Sane Betwixt

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this is brilliant... just keep on writing...

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Sane Betwixt
Sane Betwixt

Edinburgh, United Kingdom