I am a patch doll

I am the patch doll sitting on your desk.
My button eyes watch you work
and if you speak to me,
i would reply you not,
even if i had a mouth to talk.

My friend is of a spiky sort.
A cactus companion in his pot.
A bump of a file knocks me over
and with a needle in my eye,
friend and i are brought closer.

I am the patch doll sitting on your desk.
I see your files towering over me.
You can tell me how much you hate your boss
and i promise i won't breathe a word,
even if i my lips weren't bounded by thread.

end.

Looking forward to 8th June, 29th June and 17th July.

Take me on escapades.

It's got to be, perfect.