Turn it Off
Once upon a time there was a lovely puppet Some nights on the stage it would beautifully dance It would sing sweet songs and make people glad On other nights, its face looked gloom and sad It would sing melancholic songs and made people wept Though its brilliant performance enjoyed by every one Its every move controlled by the puppeteer behind. With passing of time the puppet got bored Of being controlled by someone else’s plot So, on the stage it would act and sing In every way that it could... Sign in to see full entry.