La Marionnette

 

 

 

The presenter of Fingerbobs

is blind drunk again,

crawling on his hands and knees,

unable to feel the floor

beneath his puppet fingers.

 

For now he is the puppet,

in thrall to the character

that he has brought to life,

bound to do the bidding

of his evil master meeceling,

his paper pals and things

made from ping pong balls.

 

"Release me, Scampi!

Please, God! I beg of you!"

 

"Oh no, I don't think so,"

Fingermouse solemnly intones.

 

"These hands were made to murder,

and murder they must do."

 

B.R. 25/01/2020