The Critic
I’m leader of a Bluegrass Band
A tough critic watches each show
She’s always out there listening
Hears goofs that others never know
No reviews in the Newspaper
But after the show, when I’m home
My wife always gives her review
Caught it all, like a fine tooth comb
She’s heard all of the songs practiced
And knows how they sound when they’re right
She’s heard the harmony singing
Can tell when the harmony’s tight
But as M C, I do ad Lib
My Critic never has a clue
The few jokes I tell on the stage
She’s never heard, they’re always new
Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment