I've got a reading!
And the venue's all sold out.
It's an old phone booth
that some company threw out.
Standing room only
you can get in by arrangement
I'll just hop out
for the term of your engagement.
If you show up
you won't even need a mask
'cause you'll be standing
on the far side of the glass.
My voice sounds muffled
in the sound-proof enclosure
so my poetry won't really
be getting much exposure.
For my fan base
it's the ideal place to show.
See, I can do the reading
and no one else will know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everything seems to be grist for your humor mill. Where did you learn to pluck these zingers out of the air? I am becoming a fan. I see a job as ad-writer, or a writer for Saturday Night Live, in your future.