Drawing by Judith Wolfe
Charlie Francis

Poem


      AWARD NIGHT

      They walk the carpet,
      the carpet of red.
      Strutting like peacocks
      upon a sea of fake smiles.

      Colours of black and beige,
      diamonds galore.
      Gowns beautiful and sleek.
      Darling you look gorgeous.

      Flashes from the cameras,
      screams from the crowd.
      Turn, pose and smile.
      It's all about me.

      A statue stands tall and golden,
      as tall as the hopes of many.
      Best director, best actress.
      Nominees on a high.

      In a class of their own,
      we watch and admire.
      They have money and fame,
      but are they truly content?

      Hollywood all a buss.
      Celebrities in abundance.
      Glamour overflows at the
      Academy Awards


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