"Hello, may I come in?"
She courteously asked at the door,
But Stringthing stood baffled!
For no human being
Was ever so calm in his presence before.
"Um, yes come in."
He cautiously replied,
And the little girl stepped inside.
"Ruby!"
Ragz loudly exclaimed,
As she ran to the girl
With a snuggly embrace.
"Ragz?"
The little girl asked.
"Yes, it's me!
Your dear little dolly!
Stringthing found me
When I fell out of your bag,
He found me and fixed me and made me brand new!
Oh how I've missed you!
Is everything all right?
However did you sleep without me last night?"
"Everything's fine and I missed you too."
The little girl laughed and looked up at the Stringthing
Who was comparably tall,
"Thank you." She said,
"For fixing my doll."
"How did you find us?"
He calmly asked without any fuss.
"The night I lost Ragz,"
She said to the stringy man,
I discovered a hole in the side of my bag.
So the very next day I searched through the town,
I searched and I searched
But she was nowhere to be found,
Until I came upon
A single black string on the ground.
YOU ARE READING
Stringthing
PoetryStringthing, a man made of strings, Lives a quiet life sewing All manner of things. All he wants is to share His creations with all, To bring a multitude of smiles Through his teddies and dolls. But he's all tangled up In what others think of him...
