THE PUPPET

Poor, poor  puppet, dangling from strings 
going this way that way, running round in rings
The puppet master never lets up,she`s tattered and torn
someone come and save her!she`s  tired and worn

In her heyday when she was new, she could dance to any tune
No one sees she`s getting old,she`s fraying!  needs to be sewn!
She has served her purpose,she`s no fun now, she is all played out
but the puppet master has other ideas, without a doubt.

He says"there s a few shows in you yet, repair you I will"
Cant he see she`s done now, she wants her strings to be still
There`s not many years left,soon it will be, her final curtain
she is not like Pinocchio,who wanted to be,a real person.

The audience will remember her,how she made them smile.
there`s not one more dance in her she`s gone senile.
Puppet master please! you have worked her, to the bone.
time to cut her strings,give her peace, leave her alone ....