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Wood if he could

Pinocchio don’t want
to be no real boy no more
Too many strings attached
He can’t do this or that
Tic Tac Toe
Everybody telling him
what to do, where to go
He can’t go with no flow
No more wild oats to sew.

He’d rather be
that puppet without strings
Drinking with his buddies
Listen to them sing
Liar liar, pants on FIRE!
So what if there’s some burnt wood?
Things they be fun in the hood
Only real boys gotta be good.

Jiminy Cricket
He miss that little fellow
Conduit of conscience caution 
Kinda entertaining, sorta?
To bad he wasn’t more mellow
He heard Jiminy fell on soft times,
tripped head first into a bowl of jello
Ironically it was lime green
He got chomped 
Curtain call! Jiminy’ final scene.

Pinocchio’s mad
You see
real boys they gotta grow up
Lessons need learning 
Fun? Hell no, something will always interrupt 
Eyes forward
Become the teachers pet
The best it ain’t happened yet
Some decisions magical boys regret
He learns the lessons
Grows up, shuts up
Becomes the thing he once was
Just another puppet
But this time
somebody else pulls the strings.

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Bill Baker Date: 12/15/2023 12:54:00 PM Very creative poetry, Rick. Nice use of a story and characters we're familiar with. I enjoy the messages you put in the fun stories you tell through your poetry, my friend. Write On! Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Bill Login to Reply Richard Lamoureux Date: 12/15/2023 11:50:00 PM Much appreciated Bill. Merry Christmas to you and your lovely wife.

Hilda Greenhough Date: 12/14/2023 7:12:00 AM A fun poem that I liked for it's spin on an old childrens' story. You added a stroke of genius in the dialect speech. Login to Reply Richard Lamoureux Date: 12/14/2023 11:09:00 AM Much appreciated.

Sotto Poet Date: 12/12/2023 1:21:00 PM Oh, Richard, how masterfully you have captured the essence of Pinocchio's madness in this exquisite poem. It is a reflection on the inevitable process of growth that real boys must undergo, where the acquisition of valuable lessons often comes at the expense of joy and serenity. Alas, the pursuit of fun is constantly plagued by unforeseen interruptions, leaving one no choice but to keep their gaze fixed on the path ahead, striving to become nothing but the teacher's cherished protégé. Login to Reply Richard Lamoureux Date: 12/12/2023 1:23:00 PM I like how you interpret poetry. You are very perceptive.