Poem

Christina

Louis MacNeice
It all began so easy With bricks upon the floor Building motley houses And knocking down your houses And always building more. The doll was called Christina, Her under-wear was lace, She smiled while you dressed her And when you then undressed her She kept a smiling face. Until the day she tumbled And broke herself in two And her legs and arms were hollow And her yellow head was hollow Behind her eyes of blue. He went to bed with a lady Somewhere seen before, He heard the name Christina And suddenly saw Christina Dead on the nursery floor.

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