The Irish Toymaker

by The ink stained poet

"I'm just yer Irish Toymaker, painting these wretched dolls" Feedback and constructive criticism is always appreciated.

Disclaimer. I do not own any rights to Bendy and the Ink Machine. All rights belong to the members of Kindly Beast.

The Irish Toymaker
The ink stained poet

All I did was paint some Bendy dolls with a crooked smile,
Is that so wrong?
Ain't no reason for Mr. Drew to be flying off the handle at me.
Dammit, I've been dealing with this for far too long.

And these shelves filled with the Angel dolls,
That just won't bloody sell.
So what's yer masterplan now Mr. Drew?
Oh, pray please do tell.

It ain't my job to listen to ye complaining.
Or ye stupid, whining voice.
If these blasted dolls won't sell,
Then dammit! That ain't my choice.

I'm tired of this wretched job.
I just want to finish and get me pay.
At least then I won't have to listen to you
Whining and grousing all day.

I'm just yet Irish Toymaker.
Painting these wretched dolls.
And ye know what Mr. Drew?
I'm sick o' following your idiotic calls.