MY POEM THAT WAS BOOED OFF THE STAGE AT A SLAM READING
There once was a very meek quiet cricket
who never chirped much
only rubbed faint sad notes between his wings
thus wimply did he sing
Till he had a thought that made him strong
he'd take up drums
and give the world a macho song
A rush of joy
a smidgen of badness
he soon got a drummer's routine righteously down
till he was booked by all the gigs in town
Loud strikes of his wings
and that lovely lean-to as he gave the cymbals a ping
earned him many a groupie's kiss
and often a mating fling
How he loved beating in fast devil's time
abjuring a cricket's pusillanimous chime
When folks heard how he
pounded such gusto into a sound
they devised a game and played it all around
Cricket it was called
to honor this insect
who wasn't afraid to show
he sure had some big balls, What the heck!
category: nonsense genre
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I dig it! If they cannot appreciate your art, then tell them to eat a bag D!@%$!
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Thank you. I must say I turned right around and took the stage in fast retort, reading against strong boos, but also some just as loud fat cheers. Hence I was mollified.
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I keep revising this and revising, hoping I can avoid another big boo marathon that happened last month. I go on stage again this weekend . (different venue) Thank you for all the cards and letters oops! only ONE card , alas!
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My dear king, you are so brave... I could not read in front of strangers. i can hardly memorize what i write to read around close friends and family. X's n O"s for going back!
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