[Write a poem or short story from the viewpoint of someone living in a dollhouse.]

  Cramped

  Scary

  Trapped

  Weary.

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  This dollhouse so small

  How am I in it?

  I’ve the urge to bawl

  I almost don’t fit.

  The rooms don’t offer space

  My claustrophobia flares

  I beg the gods for grace

  My mind needs repairs.

  All my limbs are restricted

  I can’t feel my feet

  My senses so wicked

  I only feel defeat.

  I’ll probably never escape

  But what put me in here?

  Definitely a ton of disgrace

  How dare they break the Code of Musketeer.