The dolls house

In theory
Patsy had a dolls house to play with
But…
There was a problem
And the problem was Jane
Whenever Patsy played house
Jane would decide to play too
Patsy arranged the furniture
Jane knocked it over
She put the dolls to bed
Jane puled the covers off
Patsy had a tiny teaset
And tray of cutlery
Jane drooped them on the floor
And crammed in a large stuffed toy
To devastate the space
Gradually, Patsy learned it was useless
She was never allowed the house to herself
Jane never played alone
The house lay neglected
And then it simply
Disappeared.

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