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.