Singing Telegrams

The sacred silvery serenades sanctuary
prepared for a celebration cotillion
in honor of their glorious success.

Golden goblets gained for their feast,
speeches in sanctimonious sermonized sagacity
rehearsed to honor the vocalizes deliveries,
every detail meticulously managed
that this musical messenger melody magic
would resound in such tribute
for every song that bellowed at a doorstep.

And as the décor was finally completed
those guardians of voice who ruled the business
felt dismayed that their telegram minstrels
appeared so shabby with faded uniforms.

Because the leaders never had to venture outside
their wardrobe didn’t get bleached by daylight,
so they were forced out of shame
to not allow their workers a chance to attend
this moment of achievement
they had by their labors given birth.

On the wall for their grand event
was place painting of the perfect melodious courier,
his image was bright and colorful garb,
having a whitewashed face
no way resembling the weather beaten profiles
of those who truly did the work.

Deciding at the last minute to hold their party
in the middle of the night
where they could be sure
there was no risk the employees might attend
who were all too exhausted for staying up that late.