VENTRILOQUEST

My wooden heart drums in chest

As I start my ventriloquest.

Though scared, I know I have no choice

If ever to give my thoughts voice.

The lonely road. I’m a seeker

My goal a secondhand speaker.

What traits could this puppeteer bring

To earn the right pull my string?

A countenance that does belie

A sense of humor toasted wry

My voice to yours need not eclipse

I don’t care if you move your lips!

If these terms don’t sound too crummy

Please consider me your dummy.

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