Wooden With No Strings
Started off as a lump of wood,
Mistakenly moaned and thrown under the hood.
Crafted in the form of a boy,
No mistakes, no bruises
Creates a real puppet boy.
Pinocchio!
Pinocchio will be his name!
He will laugh and dance
And grants wishes as demand,
But if he fails to amuse others
He will not only age a year
But ten years forward.
Pinocchio disliked the sound of laughter
In order to stay young he must obey his masters.
Walking around with the meanest grin,
Hearing kids jump and dance,
Fulfilling the dreams of every human being
Keeps me young and stress free.
Failed to make two twins laugh
Watching them jump from happy to sad
Aged me 10 years way too fast!
Learning from my past mistakes,
Not only keeps me young
But keeps a smile on my face.
With no strings attached kept me in a better place
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