Puppets

In my hand I take some string
and fashion on a puppet
It's what i do to make it sing
Like a little Muppet

Little movements create a show
In which someone must face
A man the worlds most daunting foe
And put him in his place

In hero's hand be a mace
And from it flies
Without a trace
And there the villain lies

The villain gone for certain
It's the closing of the curtain

My fourth and final poem (hopefully). I tried to use as many literary devices as possible.

Rhymes
- String,Sing
- Puppet,Muppet
- Show,Foe
- Face,Place
- Mace,Trace
- Flies,Lies
- Certain,Curtain

Metaphors
- The puppets are actors
- The narrator is the director
 -The audience is the foe

Alinement
- Hero's Hand

Have you ever met a Doppldy
I hear they are quite the Swimmers
Along with Moppldy
I hear they like to eat Plimmers

If I met a Doppldy
I would walk away
If I met a Moppldy
I would paint him grey

My third poem in a Dr Suess style

Ships And Seas

Warm, old sails calmly love a rough, rough gull.
Grow calmly like a warm breeze.
Ships endure like dead shores.
Lively, cold ships roughly desire a clear, warm reef.

Sail swiftly like a cold wave.
Death is a rainy captain.
All ships lead dead, sunny seas.
Stormy, rough gulls calmly view a sunny, dead sailor.
Courage is a old ship

This is my second  Poem

The Hunter Hunts The Hunted

The hunter hunts the hunted
With bow in hand
Arrows no longer blunted
Standing in the fields he scans

The poor beast races
Through bushes
Not willing to see the faces
Of the hunter's pushes

Whoosh goes the arrow
Snap goes the string
A whistle goes from the sparrow

This was my first poem.