(060) The Great Idol Show Poem by Risha Ahmed (12 yrs)

In India, America, England,
And the capital of France
A contest was held
To find an idol who could sing or dance
Judges were selected
To choose talented sensations
So dancers and singers
Began making preparations
They practiced and practiced
For hours and hours
They sang at the lunch table
And danced in the showers
On the day of the auditions
They tried to impress the judges but in vain
Those who were turned away
Were sad and in pain
At last a few were selected
Some who could sing and some who could dance
When another person came in
And asked for a chance
The judges said no
And that they were tired of noise
But he insisted so much
That they had no other choice
He sang so well into the mike
He had a melodious sound
The judges were so impressed
They sat listening spellbound
They gave him the entry ticket
And then chose him into the group
When he went home his family
Welcomed him with a whoop
He made space in the heart of the whole country
With his wonderful song
If you think he was well trained
Just know that you’re wrong
After he earned fame in his nation
In front of the world he performed
Because the audience loved it so much
They didn’t clap but they stormed
You might want to know who he is
But too bad I forgot his name
But at least you can remember
That he is a boy who earned so much fame.