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| They threw a parade and nobody came Hosted a play, but everyone was on stage Everyone wanting their 15 of fame Listening just to hear their own name We have opinion polls and reality shows To get yourself noticed, nearly anything goes Folks are so busy being "queen for a day" Many haven't noticed they have nothing to say But I had some thoughts I needed to share It mattered not, though, since no listener was there So many choices and voices competing How would I be heard in this verbal stampeding? Then one night I went to Hobart, of all places and found a gathering of friendly faces They greeted me warmly and shared lots of laughs Never once did they make me feel like an ass There's Mike at the counter with his easy smile John, the emcee, running up and down the aisle The Bird Lady with her own distinctive style And the Rickster who knows how to get us all riled Rob and Junior are always good for a laugh We have Ashley with her serious side for contrast There's the Time Traveler Trio to fill in the gaps with a backdrop of music and appreciative "snaps" And sprinkled among the poets found there is a host of musicians with talent to spare Who knew you could find, in this warm little place, such diverse entertainment in a comfy showcase Each week new people stream through the door Attendance is growing like never before The word's getting out - there's a new show in town So turn off the TV and come on down To hell with the fame seekers and reality shows I've found my audience right here under my nose My voice is being heard, and no one berates me. You tolerate me. You REALLY tolerate me! |
| (c) 2004 Sheila W |
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