Doll Land

The enormous doll took me away to Doll Land.
“But I don’t want to go to Doll Land,” I said.
“Doll Land is big. Doll Land is good,” said she.
She set me down in a house without running water.
She diapered me and set me with G.I. Joe.
There was no food so I could not eat.
No phones had this house nor could G.I. Joe speak.
He sat there and stared and wasn’t very good company.
“You aren’t playing very well,” she said.
So she did away with the diaper and took me home.
“Ta Ta,” she said. “Now you see how the other half lives.”