Janette Poem by Edgar Eslit

What a surprise that Janette
Must dress up as the finalist
For her talents prevail
Made up her voice like an angel
Would that make her a soloist?

Now that she’d dressed up
Like prima ballerina of the opera
Acting the final obra maestra
Cascading her piece at Casa Blanca
Wouldn’t that bring her a runner up?

Everyone’s anxious about her rendition
As if Janette is the only star
Jiving the beat of the electric guitar
She brought forth the emotions at par
Alas, Janette stood up the champion!