There once a woman whose body was cursed

If she bared for a child

It died

Before it’s birth.

A house made by a monster.

Always the pride and joy.

Though she was just his toy.

Looking at his dolls cold on the floor.

With clean clothes nicely pressed,

Eye’s glassy but wide,

Skin gray but clean,

His dolls are nice.

They never listened.

So he had to make them respect him;

By fixing their neck.