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

Cramped

Scary

Trapped

Weary.

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.