Barbershop’s big night in Cornwall

The theatre was large and live and comfy;
accoustically, the hall was rich and warm;
the patrons thought the MCs were quite funny,
applauded every song each act performed.

Enthusiasm reigned backstage all evening,
and each quartet went on and raised the roof;
and when we sang we felt the aura building
that we were in a hit beyond reproof.

At After Glow my poetry soon opened;
as each quartet went on the fever grew
up to the Bonnie Banks of old Loch Lomond
by Play It Again! and stand we all did, too.

So when you hope the singing never stops
it’s four part acapella: barbershop.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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