Coming Attraction
Keep eyes on me,
I’m going places,
Just you see,
I’m leaving traces.
Mine is one of those faces
That keeps popping into view –
Who knows where next it graces,
But it sure looks somewhere new.
So you’ll be seeing me around,
Up and down about the town,
Floating in a gown,
Or running to the races.
And if I’ve got you aching
In anticipation – don’t get fraught –
It’s simply means it’s taking
Just a little longer than I thought.
Here comes fame
And due attention –
Remember my flame,
It’s getting a mention.
Mine is a claim in ascension,
On your lips without your knowing.
It’s a name of my own invention,
And its eloquence keeps on growing.
So you’ll be hearing it around,
Standing-out and upwards-bound,
Singing-out its sound,
In highly-strung suspension.
And if I leave you breaking,
In exasperation – don’t just mope –
It’s simply means it’s taking
Just a little longer than I’d hope.
Rhyming Couplets 