I once saw this puppet in the window
Pointed to it as it hung limp by its strings
It wore a dainty dress with daffodils
Braided hair and blue sparkling eyes
As the show started it pranced around
Following all of the puppeteer's movements
Much applause came when the show ended
And as the curtains closed
I noticed the puppet's painted smile
Full red lips showing a row of white teeth
Only I knew there was much more to the smile
It was fake.