There once was a lady named Charlotte

Whose sister was a talented starlet

She would run lines in her room

For her break would come soon

And soon she’d walk down the red carpet

 

There once was a young man from Charlotte

Whose roommate loved to shop at Target

With red dots on his bags

His groceries he’d drag

But he still loved the farmer’s market

 

There once was a family in Charlotte

Whose neighbor was a former harlot

Her past was her pain

Although her dignity remained

For she bought businesses with her profit