My Special Necklace

As colourful as the night sky.
As graceful as a dove.
As old as a mummy,
As plain as cheese on toast.
As rough as sandpaper,
As delicate as a broken heart.
As red as a sprinkle of sand from Mars.

Just a plain old doll,
Hanging from a single thread.
Which is as delicate as a broken heart.

A wide, red dress,
Hair as black as the Devil,
Ruby red lipped mouth with a smile.
Dancing is her life,
She can't manage without it,
Everyday and every night,
On desktops and on the floors.

With a plain old necklace,
Who is very special to a young, little girl.