The Blow-Up Doll

The postman left the parcel throbbing in the hall,
when I took it out of the box, it was six feet tall,
it looked at me in a sneery way, mocking so they say,
I left it in my study - enough for one day.

Some time later I took it out for a drive,
it had to have a name, so I called her Olive,
green-eyed with that bitter look, people stared,
fully clothed, as though anyone really cared.

I needed a companion, even tho' made of latex,
no dodgy motives or raging rampant sex,
there was limited conversation: 'Hello John,
how are you today?' 'Fine,' and then I was gone.

But that bitter look was too much to get your mind on,
so with some relief, I sent her back to Amazon.