In India, America, England, <br />And the capital of France <br />A contest was held <br />To find an idol who could sing or dance <br />Judges were selected <br />To choose talented sensations <br />So dancers and singers <br />Began making preparations <br />They practiced and practiced <br />For hours and hours <br />They sang at the lunch table <br />And danced in the showers <br />On the day of the auditions <br />They tried to impress the judges but in vain <br />Those who were turned away <br />Were sad and in pain <br />At last a few were selected <br />Some who could sing and some who could dance <br />When another person came in <br />And asked for a chance <br />The judges said no <br />And that they were tired of noise <br />But he insisted so much <br />That they had no other choice <br />He sang so well into the mike <br />He had a melodious sound <br />The judges were so impressed <br />They sat listening spellbound <br />They gave him the entry ticket <br />And then chose him into the group <br />When he went home his family <br />Welcomed him with a whoop <br />He made space in the heart of the whole country <br />With his wonderful song <br />If you think he was well trained <br />Just know that you’re wrong <br />After he earned fame in his nation <br />In front of the world he performed <br />Because the audience loved it so much <br />They didn’t clap but they stormed <br />You might want to know who he is <br />But too bad I forgot his name <br />But at least you can remember <br />That he is a boy who earned so much fame.<br /><br />Risha Ahmed (12 yrs)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/060-the-great-idol-show/
