Take me away from the cold and the rain.
Mario, cried through his rigid smile.
Set in place by annual ice and snow.
His joints they ached, he got so stiff.
Age had caught him in the end.
Stuck in the garden, without any friends.
He sat in the garden shed.
Thinking hard of days gone by, when as a dancer he could fly.
Made all the ladies giggle as he wiggled.
Never could do that again he smiled deep in his wooden heart.
In the garden outside the  shed he heard a voice familiar.
"Lucy, lets go take a look, see if we can seek him out, help him dance again".
For grandma, knew that hiding, dumped in the garden shed, in a damp dusty box lived an aged marionette.
Mario smiled again on hearing those words.
My how he loved to dance!
(C) Livvi