Stuff, by Julian Isaacs

Things took a nasty turn in toytown
The day reality walked in.
Dolls grieved stillborn tears
As golliwogs were lynched
By monomaniacs with no conception
Of wonderland.
A misdirected match made
Alice’s Pollock’s toy theatre a Globe
Whilst at Drury Lane
The stage revolved anti-clockwise
And refused to stop.

Some people are too good for Madame Tussaud’s
And better suited to taxidermy
Like Jeremy Bentham.
Deflocked shepherds of a morning
Confuse whimsy with warning
So to those that toy with affections beware
The going can get tough
For those that do not love enough:
You might become another’s teddy bear.


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