Poetry of Shell

hello, Shirley Temple

Hello baby.
Take a bow.
The cameras on.
So don't flake out now.
Forget about the knots that tangle up your curls.
Mama will take a comb and get rid of those.
Forget about the holes in your panty hose.
Mama knows where to get the clear Polish.
And how to make things brand new.
Your shoes are lovely and they tap as the bluebirds sing.
But We all know nothing is as it seems.
Mama Knows the audience's laughter just silences out the internal screams.

So hello Shirley Temple
Just get it over with
Put on your show.
It's dangerous and off putting everyone-
Mama knows.
Put on that dress to overcompensate.
While all a while your value deflates.
Let your tap shoes guide you in the center of the spot light
Let the audience clap and when they get tired of you.
Be anyone, someone, new.
Everything, everyone at one time but Not you.

The need for speed.
The need for the spot light .
Destructive as it may be.
You dance and sing. As long as there watching.
But eventually the bluebirds will laugh.
And the audience will want to see a new show.
Not you... no matter where you go.

So When the curtains close forever and you don't know what to do Forget about those bluebirds that Laughed at you.
Mamas cat already had a snack.
Because You are way better then they ever knew
forget about those old panty hose. Mama will get you new.
forget about the knots that tangle up those curls.
Mama has a comb and she will keep getting rid of those.
We will close that curtain together and let the past go.

But until then
Hello baby.
Take a bow.
The cameras on.
So don't flake out now.
I am sitting in the back. At every show.
And just so you know... I'm never letting go.