Kareoke

Kareoke isn’t my first music choice

Never go to hear it much

It is a participant sport

And I just ain’t got the touch.

But on Saturday night

We seniors make the scene

All girdled and gussied

Ready to get down dirty and mean.

It was a hoot

And a holler too

Some of the “kareokers”

Could make a hyena blue.

Yet rewarded we were

As our friend began to sing

Her deep country voice

Had that “Tammy Wynette” ring.

Now she’s off to Nashville

We wish “Wendy” the best

In her hat, her Johnny Cash

Black shirt, Levis, Her leather vest.

So Lawrence Welk and Perry Como

Step Back

We are ready for country

Ya got that right, Jack!

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