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Mummers Tales – The Bard (100 Word Story #46)

You’re impressed by my instrument; I know –  it’s terribly large;

Come listen to song – gaze upon me long; there is, of course,




My hair is glorious, the wonder of the town;

But listen duplicitous friend, wear not a frown.

I may be a beauty, but alas my mane is my bane. For it is a wig, a syrup fig; that slips in a jig.

So I play in this tavern and stand still; singing in a voice cacophonous shrill.

Lest anyone should note, this fraudulent crown:

And off goes my street cred, all the way down.

Words and pics: ©DJA 2016.



From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories


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