Staying sane.

A bespectacled talking doll won't stand short, won't take a fall,

A little squeak of glee, shrouded in a veil of maturity.
Little would you know, whether to stop, or to let go,
Amidst ballrooms and ballet, would you prance about like a doe.
Tap~tap, said the watchman, when I knocked on her little head,
Making faces and acting cute, with a heart full of lead.
Broken shards of glass, would you dare make a pass?
Sheer exuberance, sugar 'n spice, IKEA and bottled-up class.
Principles ingrained, in that little bundle of hair,
You can't imagine how much, 'coz pop is now John Mayer.
One Romeo, two Romeo's, many Romeo's afloat..
The end boils down to the guy with the crown, we've got three romantics in one boat.
You wouldn't feel like taking the wheel, once she begins her wail,
Like gum on a bin, and sipping on gin, please be prone to bail.