Centre Of Attention (Fun Poem 41)

You will find wherever you go someone who wants to be the centre of attention. Personally, it is not a road I want to go down. Myself I would rather be the shrinking violet, the one sat on the shelf. Unfortunately, the more I try to hide, the more obvious I become. Therefore, I am marched down to centre stage, so someone can have some fun, but as I am a fun loving person, I'll play along with them. I don’t mind being the stooge, whom they can poke fun at. After all, I’m only a short six foot three inches tall. Therefore, they have a little bit to poke fun at. Then the people start laughing, well let me tell you now. Laughter is magic to my ears, it mean people are happy, and I like that sound, even if they are laughing at me. Laughter is good medicine; it helps so many lose their blues. Therefore, if I get called upon, to a place I don’t want to be, so long as someone gets a laugh, that is all that matters to me.