It was on a Saturday
When i created May
She was cut from a pink folder
A color suited for her
May is skinny
For the folder was tiny
She wore a skirt
That matches her shirt
She's the first girl i've made
Out of the many i've created
Everyday we played
Till it was time for bed
One day i woke up
And found her sitting on a cup
No emotion on her face
Just like the other days
I had hoped she could talk
Unlike me who can't even tell a joke
If that would happen
I will always listen
But that can never be
I won't hear her
Just as she won't hear me
That's how it always will be.
