A Creative Effort

*cheerful*

The hand comes down, swirls around,
driven by imagination.
What luck have you, for you have found
the story of my creation.

In the beginning, I was just a thought
pictured on a page.
To be seen and loved by all of the
peoples of every age.

*dramatic slow-down*

But the hand of creation grew lazy.
The vision of me became hazy.
My final form, what a sham.
But it's how I am *note is held*

*cheerful*

I'm just a stick man.
I do the best that I can *held*
Yes, I'm a stick man.
The jester of the land *held* *interjection*-"Of art"

*pause* *cheerful*

My eyes are two black circles.
My anorexia plainly shows.
My mouth is smiling, frowning, or squiggly,
I don't even have a nose.

My creator put me on a page
to incite laughter from his peers.
If you ask for my opinion,
he deserves some jaunts and jeers *held8

Oh, I'm a stick man.
I do the best I can *held*
Kindergartners
are my most adoring fans *held*

*dramatic slowdown*

Oh, my dear creator,
why have you made me so?
At least you could add some color,
then I would truly glow!

But now I can hear you snoring;
minimal effort has worn you out.
You must have been afflicted by
a creativity drought *held*

*cheerful*

I am a stick man.
I do the best I can *held*
Yes, I'm a stick man.
My entire life is a sham *held*

*ending riff*