Cursive
Miscellaneous
Driftwood
He swam steadily for most of the day. Suddenly
He found himself approaching an enormous
Floating cavern. Could it be an island? Pinocchio
Looked closed and he saw two huge rows of
Sharp, yellow teeth and he realized his mistake
So he would sulk and drink and mope
And cross his arms and hope to die
And then a fairy came one night
To bring this sorry boy to life
She pulled some strings
Spun him about
That boy sprang up
And began to shout
"My arms, my legs, my heart, my face
They are alive."
And she would cry, "liar, liar
What have I done?
You're no lover and I'm no fighter."
The story goes on
So he would buy her things and
Kiss her hair to show he was for real
And she would take those gifts and
Kisses though just stringing him along
She knew about those wooden boys
It's an empty love to fill the void
Pinocchio, oh boy, how your nose has grown
So he would cry, "liar, liar
I'll prove it to you"
But then it grew
He had grown tired of her
So it was true
He left her apartment
And he walked all night long
'til he was stopped by the shore of the ocean
But still he walked on
Amongst the whales and waves
And screamed, "liar, liar"
And his wooden body floated away
He just drifted away
And now I wonder how I was made
Now I wonder how I was made
My arms, my legs, my heart, my face
My name is Driftwood