Mona Long's Lot Poem by Phil Ward

Mona had a good voice,
She was an auctioneer,
She'd shout the bids out for the lots,
This made the punters cheer.

At weekends she was busy,
She'd joined the local choir,
She'd sing with the sopranos'
and could sing an octave higher.

Then one day she went solo
and hoping for that break,
Invited scouts from Music Mag,
But that was her mistake.

She wanted for the big time
and thought that she could sing,
They wrote that she was noted for:
"She made our ears ring".

Poor Mona Long was shattered,
Reviews rang out bad news,
She sank into depression,
A bad case of the blues.

She's now down at her auction house,
A noted rising star,
Singing bids on all her lots,
With the strum from an old guitar.