Who’d want to be famous? I don’t – do you?
I’d feel like a monkey that’s caged in a zoo.
I don’t like folk staring - especially at me.
Oh! SO embarrassing! Don’t you agree?
Who’d want to be famous? Well I don’t like fame -
For there I would be with my face all aflame.
You’d ask me some questions. My mind would go blank.
And - - Oh I'd feel foolish, I have to be frank!
The phone would be ringing from morning till night
And my life, it would seem, would be in a plight,
For I’d want to escape to my own private place
Where for certain I’d vanish without any trace.
So, who’d want to be famous? I don’t – do you?
So I’ll wish all that fame and that fortune adieu.
Be famous? Not likely! Now, I hope you’ll excuse -
For I'm meeting for coffee - - - my poetic muse. shhh!
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