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
