Feargal was a musician who had such a knack
Of writing songs that always played back
In your head as an ear worm that was so very annoying
And the tune was forever in your brain boring
But alas for Feargal's tunes
No one would want to hear them at all so soon
But one day it all turned around
When the idea came to him write a different musical sound
Now Feargal writes advertising jingle tunes
And is known for the snap crackle and boom
That is part of the breakfast cereal experience
But the tunes were not at all rocket science
And Feargal suffers from the affliction
When he searches for his musical diction
All he hears now in his head
Is earworms of his jingles forever fed.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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