Fifteen Minutes ...

I decided to give it a go,

I thought I might just stand a chance.

The chief judge had left with his dough,

So the prize was a day trip to France.

The judges were front of stage waiting,

The musician, the comic, the beauty.

The singers before me were grating,

Their high notes decidedly fruity.

I'd practised and practised for hours,

In the bath, on the bus, in the park.

One passer by handed me flowers,

So I felt I was hitting the mark.

Assured of my tone and my pitch,

I was sure that my voice was a winner.

With my trump card, a sweet little bitch,

A dog who could dance for her dinner.

But I wanted to brush up my look,

And I needed to dress to impress.

I learnt make-up tips from a book,

And then bought a lovely new dress.

To my find in the fancy new shop,

Add a cape from a market down west.

But on stage when I let the cape drop,

I'm left only in knickers and vest.

The trades folk  had scuppered my game,

By selling me emperor's clothes.

Ohh the shame and the end to my fame,

As I blush from my head to my toes.