One fine day, tugged by my strings, I awoke,
Danced into the curse that my scourge bespoke.
While across clear blue skies, thunder rolled
Calling to a heart trapped and sadly sold.
Dismally my mind remained estranged
Then the tears came and the world changed,
As cloudlessly rain fell while I danced,
Strings falling as a dream chanced.
Through white wine-fuelled fire,
Another heart came to desire
The heart unsold from trickster.
And so the Muppet become a Monster.
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I loved this.
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