His jokes were not funny
But because I sat in front row,
I laughed out loud.
His magic tricks weren't amusing,
But just to be nice,
My mouth opened in awe.
His singing was a recipe for puke,
But because he asked us to,
I joined in the chorus.
His dancing was pathetic,
Again, because he asked us to,
I shook my bum-bum
And swayed to the drum beat.
His impression of the Prime Minister
Was a complete disaster,
But just to be polite
I applauded.
Overall, the show was a complete mess,
But he got a standing ovation.
I followed suit and shouted,
'Encore! Encore! ".
The curtains were drawn
He took a bow,
And the audience dispersed.
At the box office
There was a long queue,
To watch him again?
No! !
It was a queue for a refund.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem