Scott Ennis ( Hamlet Puppet

I bought a puppet at a Shakespeare play
I paid for it because to steal is wrong
But now I wish the thing would go away
Instead it sits and mocks me with its song

It sings like someone’s ghost, or ghostly act
A little song, a sonnet it has learned
It mutters every iamb like some fact
Such ashen thoughts should probably be burned

Then suddenly it turns to watch me write
And suddenly I write in frenzied haste
The puppet is a poem in my sight
A creepy doll of couplets I might waste

The waste of words on puppets sets me free
But still I hear: “To be or not to be?”