Puppet night at the bar

Old Tom Banjo’s on fire,

yodeling his crankies.

The sad mime finally speaks.

Cloth blob wags his tongue.

Chief Lee cocoons himself

in a roll of paper.

Last night’s event at the lamp shop, the PCP (Puppets, Crankies, and Pantomime) made me nostalgic for the massive puppetry endeavor that my sister, Nick, Stef, Ben, and I put together many years ago. Here’s a photo from that very involved spectacle: