Poem about an evil puppet that comes alive.
My puppet came alive.
His name was Arthur Dread.
He had a scar and mean face,
And a bandage around his head.
He left my house at midnight.
I’m afraid what he will do.
He had a carving knife in his hand
While sporting a nasty tatoo.
If you run into Arthur Dread,
Stay immediately away.
He’s bent on killing someone.
He’s in no mood for fun and play.
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