And what’s more it comes in poetic form!

Header image (cropped from original) showing the Rolling Stones on stage by Jim Pietryga, 2015, licensing.

When they arrived
At the record label
They found in the office
Of the cigar-smoking
Music executive
Two settees
Which in being four of them
Meant there was two
To each
According to which logic
They took seats
But the music executive scowled
For they did so uninvited
Pressed his intercom
Demanded Hats Magee
Before telling
The budding artists
To stand
They thinking Magee a goon
On his way to throw them out
And they hadn’t even
Played the demo yet
This music industry
Was a tough business
Much as everyone
Had warned them
When first picking up
Flutes, drums and guitars
Only for they
Heedless
To play a merry tune nonetheless
Magee burst into the office
With a pile of wide-brimmed hats
Said
You need to wear one of these, see
While shoving one each
On the budding musicians’ heads
When Hats had completed this task
The music executive added
And always, always, always
Sit on the arms of chairs
Never, never, never
The actual seat
And while it all could’ve been said
In a much shorter
More artistic poignant fashion
As some might say
A route that arrives far quicker
At the sharp bit on the end:

There were two settees
And four of them
So they sat on an arm each
While wearing wide brims hats
Convinced that this is what it takes
To be a successful musician

There wouldn’t have been
Lack of pretension enough
For the likes of Hats Magee
And that
I think any discerning
Or even disconcerting
Reader will agree
Would be a travesty

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