Mr. Hanks: It's high time you knew
your voice is capable of lulling one into
an hypnotic stupor ..
sonorous, friendly .. like the
neighbor next door .. Forrest Gump in the flesh
folksy, trustworthy, sincere
knock, knock, knocking .. I let you in.
Mr. Hanks: It's high time you knew;
yesterday as I listened to you read
in dulcet tones [ever so intently]
eggs were boiling on my stove
eggs that eventually exploded
pan on floor .. egg-smatter everywhere
[ with such force our stove's enamel now sports a divot ]
Mr. Hanks: I could wax poetic till the end of time
your voice is amazing .. your talent legendary
humour, pathos, fear, anger, downtrodden, heartbroken;
you do them as few others can
but .. please, please, please Tom
lay off the audio book thing ~~
hypnotism carries with it the
risk of a messy ending!