Where's Geppetto?

We know he's out there somewhere, lurking, doing his Wizard of Oz thing, while his poor puppet is desperately trying to become a real boy. We can all vouch for the affable puppet. We know he'd be a clean-cut boy and make us proud. He would never go near that awful Pleasure Island on the Potomac and would shun the lame fox and half-blind cat, those Ivy League money guys, completely, if he could. They're the ones who made him spend all that money he doesn't have. He'll make a top notch real boy someday and never be an ass, 'er, a donkey that is.

Our hope filled marionette just loves the big white house you put him in. But he's a little worried because the lease is up soon and he's not sure it will be renewed for another four years. Our plea, mauling the famous words of that late, adored,
senior marionette is, "Mr. Geppetto, Mr. Geppetto, cut down those strings!".

We know because of you he's prone to fabricating stories and creating tales but he wants to give up telling lies...honest. That mendacious Jiminy Cricket has stopped whispering in his ear and gone back to Chicago. We're sure he'll be brave and truthful if you just cut those strings.

The Blue, Don't Ask, Don't Tell, Fairy has been measuring his nose every day and swears it has stopped growing. She is ready to do the job of boy making, if you'll only snip away those cords.

Now, Geppetto, there has been a little backsliding recently; some puppetizing. The one about a war not being a war without feet on the ground. We know, we know that was you. And how things are getting better and better; strictly Geppetto the Puppeteer, not our guy. You went too far in having him pump all that oil out of the ground. Ya' gotta' give the kid a break. Quit pulling his strings...turn him loose!

Let him be all that he can be...or is maybe he already is. Ah woe.