Puppet on a String

Puppet on a String

A Poem by unclecharlie

Like a puppet on a string,
He can dance but he can't sing,
He will stand there and linger.
Waiting for the slightest move of her finger,
The string is wrapped real tight,
He wants to be sure he moves just right,
On her prompt he will move,
Hopefully to entertain and sooth,
Wanting her to always know,
He will follow where she wants to go,
Moving with little sound,
A loyal subject she has found,
He hopes the string won't tangle,
In the times that he's left to dangle,
Not wanting it to get old,
For he doesn't want to be traded or sold,
People may think he has no mind,
But the right puppet master is hard to find,
He like the way she makes him glide,
In each move he takes pride,
Feeling each and every tug,
It's to him just one big hug,
The smile on her face,
Is the reward nothing can replace,
Being a puppet is so easy to do,
Can I be a puppet for you?


An Uncle Charlie Original

© 2008 unclecharlie


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Added on March 2, 2008

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unclecharlie
unclecharlie

Palm Coast, FL



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Here is just a little about me. I have lived a life of choices and disappointments. Never counting on anyone but myself. I have had lots of alone time and lots of hard knocks. What doesn't kill us wil.. more..

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