Short Autographs Poems
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Dapper dog and glamourous cat
strutted around on a Wyoming flat
thinking autographs would be demanded by many
in truth, there were no askers, in fact, not any
The phantom of the opera,
once bitter and marose,
living in torture chambers,
almost comatose,
has got a new publicist.
Don't write his epitaph.
Now, he's bright and cheerful,
signing autographs.
Would I rather be me or a Celebrity?
Celebrities get stalked
No one stalks me
Celebrities give autographs
No one asks me
Celebrities get interviewed
No one knows me
Celebrities get mobbed by fans
In some ways, I am glad to be me
No more book fairs or tours
no autographs signed
My words are my gift
the privacy mine
No talk shows or fetes
New York Times to eschew
Questions unanswered
—my thoughts unreviewed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)
No more lyrics to this song
No more autographs with this gold pen
No stage or lights for this great thespian actor
No more cameras or pictures for this performer
No motion pictures or TV commercials for this superstar
Now, I am standing here, silent, out in this cold pouring rain
No more crowds and no damn fame
There once was a big spider
Rupert was his name,
He worked real hard to be a guard
in the hall of fame.
Rupert was not stupid
caught bugs with much surprise,
Though fans could never see this
for Rupert’s huge in size.
Most famous for his bigness
sending many frantic,
He autographs as he laughs
Love Rupert the Gigantic!
~April 19th 2021~
how did you become the hot dog gnome? asked the reporter from KTV5
When my family knew or the world knew? He liked this lively jive.
I guess, the world, she said, not sure what the gnome meant that day.
That’s up to you, he told her. I am counting on you getting me lots of play.
He sat in the grocery store waiting to sign autographs for the masses.
People who noticed him the most were children, and they had classes.
Glamour dog expected poodles to ask for her autograph very much
But they raced past her, as if they did not see her at all
How had they missed her fancy scarf, her florals and such?
She gave gray hounds a look, but they were so tall
They did not see her, so she groused to her cousin Hutch
Who cares? He asked. You know you are a gorgeous doll.
He is a gentleman, and totally Dutch.
This reassurance urged glamour dog out of the mall.
she sings and dances
and give the guys chances
she starts with glances
to let them know she will dance
yet some wish company
to make time and be too
she thinks it a little too soon
to have friends.
so she switches and bow's
her handler speaks cannifoul
that anti-worded speech to
let the fellas know
she wish to retire to her dressing room
her driver will be here soon
yet to let some of you know
she'll sign autographs in the
in the lobby
and invite you the bar afterwards
‘I’m ready for my close up’
Said Grouper Dorcas Rose
‘Just let me sign these autographs
And then I’ll strike a pose’
‘I’d hate to disappoint my fans,’
Said Trouper Dorcas Rose.
‘For Fans with Fins are fickle,
And they irritate ones nose.’
‘We Groupers are gregarious
Of that there is no doubt,
but shoals of fans just aggregate
can you Airbrush them out?’
‘Ones stuck you see in this melee,’
Said Super Dorcas Rose.
‘So you just film and I’ll just swim,
We’ll play it as it flows.
‘I’m ready for my close up’
Said Grouper Dorcas Rose
‘Just let me sign these autographs
And then I’ll strike a pose’
‘I’d hate to disappoint my fans,’
Said Trouper Dorcas Rose.
‘For Fans with Fins are fickle,
And they irritate ones nose.’
‘We Groupers are gregarious
Of that there is no doubt,
but shoals of fans just aggregate
can you Airbrush them out?’
‘Ones stuck you see in this melee,’
Said Super Dorcas Rose.
‘So you just film and I’ll just swim,
We’ll play it as it flows.
He walks around my neighborhood
And no one gives a glance,
Though crowds would surely show
If they had notice in advance.
He’s always studying a script
And reading as he’s strolling,
But no one stops for autographs
Or fawning or extolling.
I see his face on advertisements
For his TV show;
In person he looks just the same,
His tan the perfect glow.
I wonder if this actor, though,
Is miffed or just surprised
That he walks the streets where he resides
And goes unrecognized.