Your diary is a limelight hog
it's crisp and fresh and gay
so long as there's no upslope fog
obscuring what you say.

Your diary's cap'rin' up on stage
so mute and clear and brave
your birds are fighting in their cage
while song is all you crave.

The music's loud, your heart's a frog,
the spot's shine 's acutely angled
your diary is a limelight hog,
but stage fright has you strangled.

Iron Noder Challenge 2017

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