You can count on me to hold my tongue
I will never ever do you wrong.
No-one can ever call me a liar,
No-one can say I’ve dragged their name through the mire.
I can never be accused of slander or libel,
I could never ever swear on the bible
You could reveal your innermost secrets to me,
knowing that forever and a day,
your secrets are with me to stay.
But my partner she is very different you see,
she enjoys manipulating me.
She loves the acclaim the adulation,
the correct verbal pronunciation.
I have no life I’m shoved away when not needed.
I am like so many of her other things.
She’s the one who pulls the strings.
What the hell, you may shout
what on earth is this poem about
My partner is a ventriloquist
she has complete control over me.
For I am the dummy that sits on her knee.
Applause! An excellent write. You are a writer after my own heart. Sincerely Ernestine Northover.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Again very good. I was beginning to worry, after the earlier love poem to your wife, that she had become a real battle axe. Well done.