Talent Show

“Can I get a hell yeah?” I proclaim,
I need a response to know I’m not a shit stain
I get it again, they give me a chant
And I suppose at this point I really can’t faceplant


The Bodleian Chimes

Six notes, bliss on repeat. I wish I could sing along in this deafening bell tower,

A choir of my fellows is not far away to join in serenade.

But in a flash, it’s over.