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Croaky Karaoke

I had to work late.

I was feeling quite starved.

Decided to get take out.

From a local dive.

 

Me, I’m no snob.

I’m an average Joe.

So go to that place.

Cheap eats, grab and go.

 

So, walk in and sit down.

At a bar stool.

Just a working class slob.

Just your average fool.

 

Ordered up a white wine.

Barmaid poured the drink.

She gave me a menu.

I started to think.

 

Should I get the pasta?

Or, maybe chicken fingers.

Turns out I was in time,

To hear some locals sing.

 

You know what they call that.

To sing the Karaoke.

No matter if your voice,

Sounds like a frog croaking.

 

No, got to stay focused.

Just get up, get my food.

Return a Friday night.

If I’m in the mood.

 

I’ll think of a song and practice.

That’s the way to succeed.

Oh, here comes my pasta.

It’s time for me to leave.

 

Return and sing a ballad.

Wear my heart upon my sleeve.

Just hope I’m good enough.

Or, they’ll all get up and leave.