Mademoiselle marionette,
Lips sweet as sugar
Tactful in your tete a tete.
Mademoiselle marionette,
Eyes like a doe
Lounging on your settee.
Mademoiselle marionette,
Cheeks painted in rouge
Takes whatever she can get.
Mademoiselle marionette,
Dotes on her soiree guests
Trapped in her net.
Mademoiselle marionette,
Play a lullaby on her strings
Life’s a debt you can never forget.
Poet’s note: With all the anxiety and pressure that comes with schoolwork and Hong Kong life, it can sometimes feel as if you are a puppet being pulled around by your strings, unable to make your own choices and control your movements. Mademoiselle Marionette describes this feeling.