The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 184 Poem by Flying Lemming

In my bright orange suit, with green lapels
And Bow-tie that lights up and spins
My hair dyed purple spiked all over
I’m sure to raise a few grins
I practise my scales to keep my voice clear
With my nose that honks and inflates
And push my way through the curtains
To approach my public that waits

After the show I’m deflated
My dance didn’t raise just one smile
The chirpy song they all hated
My jokes all missed by a mile
I’ll get me a new job instead
This last gig was really the breaker
I guess they were right when they said
I’m not cut out to be an undertaker