The Amish: Singing Song's, Im Having A Concert In My Pocket Poem by Derrick Clark

Feeling like the post-man, with walkie-talkie in hand.
Making my round's, as I look and stand.
Thinking to myself, it a microwave-oven day.
It muggy, sun-blazing, I need some shade, and stay out the way.

All of a sudden, I need to used the restroom.
As I blaze to the corner; to make-it to the church.
As I rush to the restroom, and put the walkie-talkie in my pocket.
What is this bland-singing im hearing?

As I look down, my pocket having a Amish concert.