He found her at a yard sale
Amidst a mountainous heap
She wasn’t much to look at
So he picked her up real cheap
He carefully examined
The condition she was in
He figured he could make her
Look as good as new again
He took her home and placed her
Upon his bedside table
He planned a way to fix her
As soon as he was able
His gentle nature calmed her
And she softened to his touch
She began to admire him
She’d been lonely, way too much
Her eyes began to sparkle
And her cheeks began to blush
He spent the time he needed
He had no reason to rush
He made her feel so pretty
With the loving touch he gave
She became all he wanted
She just stood there and behaved
He beheld his creation
The design he’d perfected
Then placed her on the mantel
With others he’d collected
She’s been waiting forever
Being perfect was a must
She was poised and decorous
But is now covered in dust
