Smile...

The string on my puppet got all tangled in a knot,
I couldn't make him bow his head I couldn't make him trot.
I even tried to swish his tail but that messed up a lot.
So to the drawer I rummaged down and I'll tell you what I got,
I got a pair of scissors and I held them to his string and snipped away 'till he had none, I'd had enough of him.
He sort of went and landed, untidy in a heap, of feet and tail, hoof and ear he then got up and grabbed a beer.
I said, "You have no strings," he smiled at me and shook his head, said...”Strings might hold us 'till we're dead but much more fun to choose instead our friends let's have that beer”
I said, “you sure?”
He said, “Honest no string attached!”
Well It's Sunday afternoon and the wines been about and it don't rhyme at the end...But who cares.