The Performance Poet


Upon the stage

All the rage;

From the page

I read.
I yearn applause

And seek acclaim

With puns so lame

As: “My gods got no paws!”
“How does he smell?”

You ask.

“Awful!” I reply –

Because I am that sort of guy.
And it gets no better than that

I stand there just peddling tat

Or, even worse

I falter, stumble, finally fall

I really should rehearse

A little

Rather than not at all.

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2 responses to “The Performance Poet

  1. you did splendidly G 🙂

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