Dr. Shrunk (for you, Flamebrawler!)

A/N: I took a new take on Dr. Shrunk and decided to write a poem about how he feels about his dreams, and how he wants to achieve something more than just a comedy act. I hope you like it! Keep on making suggestions!

Why, I'd like to make it big someday

With an audience that'll always stay

One who'll laugh at every word I say

And joke I crack

This career is fine, I can suppose

But now the curtain has drawn to a close

A thought that never goes:

What do I lack?

I'm an amateur, but there must be more

It seems this job has become but a chore

I wonder: what could be in store

For just me?

Lots of fame? A spotlight to glow?

Starring in my own comedy show?

Because this act is still going slow

In this small city

I mean, what does a guy gotta do

To finally make his own breakthrough?

An audience of very few

Keeps me in my shell

But, yes, each of those rotten tomatoes

That my audience always throws

They not only stained my clothes-

But my dreams as well