Lamb Chop Poem by Ima Ryma

From an old sock I turned into
A hand puppet, Lamb Chop, by name.
My friend, Shari, and I would do
Performances that brought us fame.
The two of us would oft appear
On T.V. shows to bring delight,
To fill up children with good cheer.
A lot of lives we made more bright.
We were a true team, side by side.
An illness struck Shari, my friend.
Then came that sad day, Shari died.
The two of us came to an end.

I feel that hand of love no more,
Just cast away in some dark drawer.