Barry ordered a barbershop quartet. He spent at least 45 hours working on their lines, sweating over every single word, but was eventually happy with what he produced. The 300 people who heard, what Barry called, ‘The Redundancy Song’ were not happy, but he definitely spotted at least six of them tapping their feet.
© Carl Burkitt 2019
This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2019 – a poem a day celebrating an interesting US national day.
