Pinocchio

There he is the wooden boy
He lives in his own imaginary world
Flowers, butterflies, it's colourful
Look around, paradise can be found everywhere.

If your lie your nose will grow
The fairy not too fair one said
He looked and indeed her nose seemed to be
Bigger than ever before.

I see, the wooden doll replied
He was told to say yes, thank you, ma'am, sir and amen
The wonders of the world looked more attractive
She could ever be
Boring as the right word, to describe her.

Thanks for the vest
It's a pretty one, he said
And the hat
The outfit looks great.
I believe I am not what you believe in
No real boy but a butterfly
What do you think?

She spread her wings and left
Why bother about a piece of wood
If it wouldn't work out with him
Nothing would be lost
Wood to keep the fire burning was still needed.

I'll be back, she yelled as she left to higher dimensions
He smiled and couldn't care less
It might be soon, I bet within one week
I better hurry and make the best out of what is left.

He hopped out of the tree and followed the colourful
Butterflies into paradise
There was no need to be real for a wooden doll
After all, all people are puppets.

The prompt is the title and provided by @freewritehouse
29.12.24