Mr Polly Pocket

Opened up your woodland scene 

Mr Polly Pocket figurine 

With you I would love to play

Hold your hand throughout the day

Moving through your clamshell case

Perfect, plastic, great escape

Upon your lips I place my own 

Soft and warm they feel like home

But your home can’t belong to me

Poly isn’t the life I see

I play with one toy at a time

One I’ll call forever mine

So I must close your case back up

Like the cover of a book

For in the toy box you must stay

In hopes I’m ready some other day

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