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Do you perform this just for me

This merriment of prosody

With every syllable you sing

As flippant as a fiddle-string?

Or, in your hometown living rooms

Are lilting laughs and bassy booms

And rambling umbral rumbled rants

The measures of your daily dance?

Now you, conductor’s wand in hand,

Tuxedoed there before your band

Of vocal chords, finesse each note

That rings the chamber of your throat.

And I, your audience in thrall,

Stand giddy here before it all

And wait again by your stage door

Perchance to hear a little more.