Narratio Fabella -Poetry -

Pinocchio

Who am i?
I like to lie,
But, most of the time,
I lie dormant.

I'm a wooden doll,
Keep me safe or I'll crawl,
Out from the cupboard—store,
To go and lie some more.

I hate the saws,
I detest my flaws,
I thought for a moment,
'Just why am i a doll?'
I ask myself,
No—why should I?
I love myself—
No, I deny.

I wear a hat,
The colour is brown,
Or is it red?
The ribbon—red it is,
Yeah, it should be,
As my hat was made,
For the straws up ahead.

The clothes i wear?
No, you should'nt care,
As I change my clothes,
Oh, is it rare?

Now I told you that I,
Hate to lie,
Oh, did I say I like it?
Well, that's just a facade.

Coz' my nose would grow longer,
As I lie it gets farther.

Yeah, that's a big clue for you,
If you still don't know too,
I don't know what to do.