Pinocchio Poem by Mary Champion

Pinocchio wanted to be a real boy
Though his body was just made of wood.
His heart could feel passion and pain and great joy.
But his body was just made of wood.

A wooden demeanour could never express
Emotions, whatever he felt.
He burned with desire for her tender caress,
But a boy made of wood cannot melt.

A strong handsome timber had weathered the
storms;
Stayed afloat on tempestuous seas.
He tried to apply her suggested reforms -
To respond to her desperate pleas.

But a boy made of wood can't be bent on a whim.
He is likely to splinter when stressed.
He suffered and cried as she tried to turn him
Into something less stiff and repressed.

He struggled to act like a cuddly toy,
Behaving as she said he should.
Pinocchio so longed to be a real boy,
But his body was just made of wood.

His life turned to ashes. That's all that remained
Of a boy who was honest and good.
He tried to comply every time they complained.
But his body was just made of wood.