NONSENSE VERSE

 

Regrets? Here’s One

 

Oh my dear, what’s become of me

Warbling show tunes, endlessly

 

Camelot and Sweeney Todd

Oklahoma! I’m a fraud

 

South Pacific, don’t you know

There’s a place we’ll never go

 

I could be belting rock ‘n’ roll

Topping charts and fanzine polls

 

Though I know the words by rote

Sadly, I can’t carry a note

 

I was born, conceived for the stage

Alas, it’s too late now given my age

 

Isn’t it rich, Soundheim in the basement

Upstairs you wonder where my brains went

 

Oh you Cats, and you Lion King

I really wish that I could sing

 

Woe is me, I missed my calling

The footlights dim, the curtain’s falling

 

From this life I’ve wanted more

I’ve always craved a third encore