Cue Yer Tiny Violins

Cue the violins and pull up a chair,

So I can tell you how life isn't fair.

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No, I cannot explain why I've taken to verse,

I'm no Emily Dickinson. I'm much much much worse.

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The earthquake in Haiti has shown the spotlight

On people who live in a miserable plight

And if you can explain my question of why,

I wish that you would. I can't even try.

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How can I sit on my first world posterior

And complain all the time how my life is inferior.

But what do you say when you have a young child,

Who made Honors Orchestra!!!! and makes us so proud.

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The first rehearsal my eyes were a' brimming,

Until they said something about Orlando and swimming.

And what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a schedule and costs that made me faint, near.

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FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS? Why it might be as well

Be a million. Oh Law, my heart fell.

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Yes, yes, my dear readers, I think you heard right.

In May a greyhound will cruise through the night

And SIXTH GRADERS to Orlando will go.

Can they stay with relatives? Oh no no no no.

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I'd put up a Paypal but for one small thing.

I'd rather pawn my diamond ring.

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But oh my dear readers, if you'd be so kind

And click a few times? Could you, would you mind?

Leave your blog address and I'll click you back,

And thank you so much from this talentless hack.