Walter's Song

If I told you a little story
about a man who came to town
and I said his name was Walter
would you listen to the sound?

of his voice as it was singing
it was a cold winter sight
in the middle of the square
in the middle of the night

he saw a broomstick standing
and he thought it was a mic
so he put his hands around it
and he breathed in child like

and before he could exhale
a bat flew at his face
so he flung the broom around
at what was now empty space

he hit himself quite squarely
in his private spot
which made him double over
and lay down on that spot

he groaned and he grimaced
he whimpered and he whined
and never did he sing a note
of any tuneful kind

I thought maybe we'd hear him
sing a word or two
and put an end to his silence
the story starting new

but that was not the case
he wandered off and hid
and onto his beloved dumpster
he closed the metal lid

Walter, my man, I'm sorry
you did not get to sing
let's just wait another night
and see what morning brings

for though today did not work out
tomorrow will arrive
and then at last you'll sing your song
Walter, you will survive