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The scene - a local woodcraft show with carvings on display.
She's a carver, so am I. I'd see what she had to say.
I'd play a role, critique her work, receive her gratitude.
But, her response to my advise? - a different attitude.
I started to introduce myself with no thought of restraint.
She cut me short, said, "Hold it dude, I'll tell you who you ain't.
Those human figures that you carved- realism was your claim,
Well there's no doubt about it, Fred Coglow's not your name.
Your little wildlife piece of what-ever-it-is in a tree
Leads to the conclusion, you're no kin to Desiree."
At caricature carvings I thought good, she struck a painful blow
And her evaluation really got me feel Enlow.
"That little figure over there sure ain't a Maxwell clown.
It seems to me you're just a Wolfe, but not one of renown."
She said of my chip carvings, "To Wayne Barton you're no threat."
And, "To be a legend like Tangerman you may as well forget."
Well, I never got to say my name- I knew that I'd been broke
'Cause when it came to quality, she knew of what she spoke.
And I felt when it was over I'd been beat with verbal bats
Guess I'd better practice more on "Chip", and forget about the "Chats".
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