Rehearsal
A step towards crowning perfection,’
Notions of luck much like infection;
Before a show drop that conception:
Talents grow with good self-perception…
Blunders men should reduce to zero:
The only way one seems a hero.
You don’t harden your heart like Pharaoh;
Awaits one the poor record of Nero…
Artistes crave a resounding applause.
Why would one pander away a plus?
For a standing ovation give cause;
Regrets about shows could fill a bus…
What the wise does against a display,
For which eyes are cocked, no more a play,
Falls of leaping feet should just tally:
The correcting forum for Sally…
All the slips of the tongue during speech
The timely oratory would breach;
Always, Rehearsal runs the tight ship
Of firm seekers of watchers’ worship.
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