In an effort to express our undying affection for the job we do, the entire puppet team here at Robot Chicken have pieced together a poem.
We often gather around the fireplace for a reading of our latest works of literature.
And now, a little something we like to call…
An Ode to Puppets
Oh, puppet…with skin so fair
I didn’t know you could bend there
Conjuring strange creatures that lurk in dark stages
Ready for the light, tiny parts glued, popped into place
An amalgam of voices, blood, emotions, music, hands, decisions, failures – a humble retelling
Big room with medium sized people…making small people pose
Through our own perceptions we replicate existence
I tenderly patch the holes I so carelessly drilled through your head
Pins and lollipops this silicone’s eveverywhere
Thy beginning was but a flicker of light in the maker’s eye
Thy creation, full of toil with oft a curse flung to the wind
But thy life…
Thy life shall bring delight
Thy life shall fill a void
Thy life shall be our life
Give and stitch and bend and paint, what a happy life we live
That moment when you drill too far into the puppet’s head…
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