I am not a doll’s head

“I am not a crook’s head” Futurama

I am not a doll’s head

I may be plastic
Even quite, elastic
And that itself is absolutely fantastic
My head can spin at three hundred and sixty
And my face too is quite nifty
My age can be one or even fifty
You can play with me
Braid my hair ever so neatly
Even paint my face discreetly

But there is one thing you must understand
As here, without any feet I still take my stand
Even would wave them in the air if i had any hands

But none of that I now can

Still, one last thought to share:
I, am not, a fucking doll’s head!