A celebratory poem dedicated to the podcast “Welcome to Night Vale”, which I only started to listen to very recently and quickly became a fan of. A link to the podcast’s main page can be found Here.
Ode to a Podcast
When my day seemed very rough,
My savior came in the shape,
Of a sweet sonorous sound,
Called “Welcome to Night Vale.”
As my day’s companion,
It really served me well.
Cecil’s voice so silken smooth,
It made my labors lighter.
As I traversed on my route,
That voice it did transport me,
To that queer, small desert town,
I could imagine it before me.
Though the rain beat down on me,
As I walked through winter twilight,
I could not feel the wet at all,
I was in Night Vale town.
So I give thanks to its creators,
Those clever, clever folks.
I’ll tune in for every update,
And donate when I can.