I don't own Courage the Cowardly Dog.
The crunching gravel beneath the tires
carries a palace of dreams on wires.
The star is one with many a wile,
A very dapper crocodile.
He recited his lines quite over the top,
yet silent the audience was we heard the pin drop.
"We all crave a desire for fame," he said.
Even though suspicion clouded our head,
We gladly accepted the life of a performer,
not knowing that we wouldn't even be a spectre.
The flesh is now wood, the eyes painted on;
those transformed have been here a time long.
"It's time to be with your own kind
and there's no changing your mind."
Our limbs seized up, grew rigid we saw
and a shriek of agony was caught in our maw.
The last we knew, we was hung up on the wall
as a macabre relic to celebrity all.
The great Fusilli has many a star,
trapped like prisoners behind many a bar.
All the world's a stage and a play
and we watch with nothing to say.
So if the palace of wires comes to you,
heed our cries and to him don't come to.
I don't usually do poetry but I figured this would be a lot quicker than doing a short story. The Great Fusilli is one of the only Courage the Cowardly Dog episodes I feel comfortable watching without getting weirded out (coming from someone who tends to gravitate towards the macabre in life, that's something). His backstory and those of his puppets seem so ripe for expanding upon that I'm surprised they didn't even put his name as a character option. Hopefully I've granted the wish of some Fusilli fan out there by publishing this!
Comments, constructive criticism and favoriting are all welcome. Hope you enjoyed! *bows*