I, Des Flowers,  / from the land of sailing windAnd of the Oranges of Orlando, / possessing a motormouth elementThat will bring victory upon the singing blacktop, / where the spotlight shine upon theAs Dionysus himself, influenced the art of entertainment, /My performance was to his honor. /  No one looked away, / as for in only a blink, they’d miss the climax, And when the air chambers echoed around the room, / the audience had began to cheer. I had triumphed  their  thunderous applause, / as it is the treasure of theatre I will continue to fulfil the expectations of my  sage, / as a promise to the direction-giver, The flame inside will cease to burn out as it kindles, I will conquer “The Great White Way," / with my showcase, engulfed in the feelings of rapture to blow everyone away, /The critics will shout my name when I step on to the stage, “All hail the wholly, exhilarating, and empowering entertainer, Des Flowers.”