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
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