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Flop Sweat

I have not planned my words
I am waiting to see what they do for me.
Dance, words!
Well? Don’t just lie there. What did I assemble you all here for, anyway?

Thousand pardons. These words are not as docile as I thought. I ask them to perform; they lie inert.

Shall I sing?
“O glorious moon, the waiting world hung o’er!
“I see you shining, that’s a big ten-four!”

Maybe not, then. This is harder than I expected.
Did you hear the one about the guy who entered his pet in a shaggy dog contest?

Ah well, it would have passed the time. I assume a knock-knock joke would die here.

I appreciate you all coming out tonight. My words seem to be out of temper, I’m afraid. I’ll refund your ticket price at the door. I’m sorry about this. I shall have sharp words with my cast tonight.

You hear that, you lot? SHARP WORDS.

Ah! they are moving.

“We try our best to please the crowd,
Assembled here to cheer us.
We smile and bow, our voice is loud,
But doubt you all can hear us.
So shrug it off,
Our cap we doff.
Adieu!”

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