(My last college class was creative writing and we had a week of poetry. I learned I am not really a poet, and yet, I am quite pleased with this ballad. I wish I could have posted it when it was timely, but I had to wait to submit it for my final.)
The Ballad of Adele Dazeem
The day before the Oscars
They entered one by one.
A once-a-year parade of stars,
With corny lines to run.
Travolta read his script with glee
He stumbled only once
He worried he’d flub “wickedly”
And feel like such a dunce.
It doesn’t matter who you are
When on a stage you walk.
Nerves can dim the brightest star
And make fine actors balk.
John felt prepared on Oscar night
He never could have guessed
How a tiny bit of stage fright
Would become a running jest.
At first it all was going well
The intro was a dream
Then up it rolled, Idina Menzel
Out came Adele Dazeem.
It doesn’t matter who you are
When on a stage you walk.
Nerves can dim the brightest star
And make fine actors balk.
By dawn there was a web site
To Travoltasize your name
Some genius stayed up all night
To invent this silly game
Before you cast your judgment
And pick on his large gaffe
If you ever must a speech present
He might have the last laugh
For it doesn’t matter who you are
When on a stage you walk.
Nerves can dim the brightest star
And make fine actors balk.
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