Puppet, My Friend

Here’s my puppet,                                                                          
That loves to blow the trumpet.
It always follows my order,                               
And never crosses the border.
I can manipulate it as I wish,                            
That’s what the most I cherish.                          
It always stays with me,                                                                 
And makes me smile with glee.                           
When my friends aren’t amiable,
Then I realize, it is kind and humble,     
So I accept that it’s my most loving friend, 
For whom my love has no end.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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