It is not the puppet I fear
It is the puppeteer.
For the puppet may prance
engage in romance
but his strings are pulled
until the puppeteer's dance is done.
Odd little poem that just popped up last night Hope you like it! Critique and comments will be highly appreciated
I like the slightly prancing lilt to this. It's a very charming little poem ^^
Thank you so much I really don't know what spurred it, but it demanded to be written so I had to!
Very interesting. Flows well, creative. I like it
I like it!