Celebrity (Fun Poem 135) Poem by David Harris

Imagine if I was a celebrity
with lots of photographers following me
and I laid on a private beach somewhere
to catch the sun in the buff.
Now just imagine what they'd see,
wrinkles from head to foot
and great big batch of grey hair,
balding in the middle.
I wonder what would happen
if they took a photograph of me?
The camera would have a fit
and the photo would be classed as pornographic.
Everyone would start to wonder
where the heck did that alien came from.
Alas, you can breathe again
and say thankfully under your breath
I am glad he is not a celebrity.
However, who knows
what tomorrow might just well bring.
I could win the lottery
and become an instant celebrity.