Read Divergent Dreams Page 8

  There once was a poppet

  Who lived in my pocket

  While peers went to frolic

  He stayed in my pocket

  Working with rarely a peep

  Only mumbling a sonnet

  As if building a rocket

  He labored two weeks straight

  Assembling a motley invention

  I could not contemplate

  Until one day silence, no commotion

  And then came a whisper

  Beckoning me nearer

  With a scream and a bounce

  He leapt to my ear

  And began to drill

  While I was frozen in fear

  Amidst grinding and cracking

  He cackled with horrible glee

  Until finally inside

  Where he now presides

  Over my body and mind

  While I sit idly by

  The Station