These party guests are chatty
And I need to interrupt
But they want to tell their stories
So announcements feel abrupt
A shouty mic is not polite
Important words are drowned
If you want a lovely silence
Use another kind of sound
The time has come to tell them all
I'm here to sing a song
And usually I like to whack
A huge great gong
I sometimes topple over
As the mallet crashes down
And the noise and big vibrations
All reverberate around
But I’ve seen it work with even
An inebriated crowd
Who wouldn’t clock a thunderclap
However long and loud
Still I’ll never get attention
From this animated throng
They won’t be stopping just because
A thing goes bong
We can do some jazzy drum and bass
A 1 2 3
If we’re only here for atmosphere
That’s ok with me
My very favourite illustration!!
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In the world, I assume !
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Love your comments thank you!
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Sounds like the best kind of party! Love the verse and the crowd scene… great observation.
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Could be!
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Think this poem is about the McCay clan 🤔
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