A Puppet On a String

The bright lights come on the curtain is set A clattering of wooden heads survey Puppeteering all those nodding dolls Tied to heads and woken up by strings A song a dance to a rhythmless beat The puppets now on their wobbly feet My favourite marionette comes down To do his act and slay, the mighty king rescues his queen from a bunch of bandits With swords they draw a fight in play Enchanted now all eyes glued the story unfolds, our fingers chewed. Alas! puppeteering is going extinct Too hard to survive in this modern world ‘A puppet now dangling from a string.’ 27.2.2021 Vanishing.