It’s in newspaper ads, and on T.V,
Pasted everywhere for us to see.

A new entertainer in town, they say,
Giving a performance before going away.

Who is it this time, I wonder,
Who is it that people go to with a cheer?

It’s a ventriloquist, a puppet man,
He’s supposedly made everyone his fan.

And so it was to see the show I went,
It was a boring life’s escapade, godsent.

Robby Rob, was his name,
This name so engulfed in fame.

He was spectacular, and really good,
Now everyone’s excitement I understood.

There he was on stage,
About twenty five years of age.

He and his puppet, joking, laughing,
To everyone happiness he did bring.

Then the show was done,
He left with a smile on his face,
We had had our share of fun,
While he and his puppet left in grace.

How happy he looked, how content was he,
He seemed to be satisfied and filled with glee.

But, who knew what was really happening,
In his life from the beginning?

For in his room,
So full of gloom,

The ventriloquist was a different person,
One who looked glum and devoid of fun.

Who knew,  that he was an abandoned orphan,
Who had struggled for obtaining a bun?

Who knew, the problems in his life,
His heart cancer, his huge bank debt, his eloped wife???

The lifeless puppet, his only friend,
The only one who’ll stay till the end.

As he sheds his tears,
One falls near his puppet’s eye,
And as he is filled with his ever growing fears.
Along with him his puppet does cry…

They hug each other, close and tight,
For them, nothing seems to be going right.

And yet, and yet, I walk home with envy
Thinking that the Ventriloquist’s life is happy and carefree…