a celebrity you yourself will be.
For when you pose with a celebrity,
people ask them who you are, you see?
people like you and me,
They have wives and they have children,
and perhaps pocket money like 80 “G.”
may always put on a show,
But them and us are no different,
in bathrooms we all must go.
and we may treat them all as gods,
Yet while we dwell in obscurity,
Occasionally they act like clods.
a pen they ask as they greet you,
Remember this small poem and sign,
and to whom do I autograph this to?