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Malbo May 2013
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the King’s horses and all the King’s men
Couldn’t put Humpty together again

The horses were spooked and stamping the ground,
Rearing their heads at the sights that they found.
The men mended naught as they stumbled away
Even the strongest of hearts would not stay.

Diamonds were turned into rocks in the sky
While the King counted coins in his castle up high.
His wife, unobserved, once lovely and kind
Now talks to her cards and locks up her mind.

All of the cat disappeared but his tail,
Alice drank potions all to no avail.
My beautiful bonnie died over the sea,
For nobody brought back my bonnie to me.

The dish and the spoon ran away but were caught,
The cat and the fiddle played but were fought
Rapunzel heard voices say 'let down your hair!'
But with every call she found nobody there.

The Grand Duke of York with his men more than plenty
Blundered up hills ‘till he had less than twenty.
Their pockets of posies were trampled in dirt,
Watchéd by eyes that no man would avert.

So there Humpty lay in pieces apart
Gone are his mind and his voice and his heart
Remains are a pile of dust, once his shell
And the long lasting echoes of a funeral bell
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The puppeteer
Malbo May 2013
I am a puppet, controlled by my strings
Made up of wood and material things.
My father has branches, my mother has wings.
I don't know how I came to be.

My father is stuck and gone is my mother,
I have not a home nor a friend nor a brother.
The days fly on past, each like the other,
I look but I no longer see.

Watch my feet tap to the beat of the song
That the puppeteers play as the show carries on
But I don't know the words and the rhythm is wrong
And I can't even shudder or plea.

The paint on my fixed wooden smile starts to crack
As I hang from my hook in the after-show black
Slowly I rot as they've broken my back
And my colours fade faithfully.

I vow I will cut off my strings one by one,
And then when I'm free I will finally run
And I'll bask in the sea and the sand and the sun
And in my last breath I'll be me.
It's not particularly sophisticated and needs work but I hope you enjoy

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