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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  • Anuradha Ramkumar on Sep 15, 2010

    Nice write.

  • drelayaraja on Sep 16, 2010

    Good write.

  • webseowriters on Sep 16, 2010

    Nice reading, thanks for sharing

  • PSingh1990 on Sep 16, 2010

    Nice Share.

    :-)

  • Kathryn Dread on Feb 7, 2011

    Wow. That\’s my husband\’s name. Interesting….

    ~Kathryn~

  • Kathryn Dread on Feb 7, 2011

    Wow. That’s my husband’s name. Interesting….

    ~Kathryn~

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