Press Night

The show must go on
As if pain were so much motley
Your costume for the close of Act One
Calls for something jolly

The lighting grid that follows closely
Every tiny truth
Is signalling for sequence two
So hit your marker, move!

No tears may fall upon your cheek
For make-up will no secrets keep
And running down your chin to seep
Through dry-clean-only, borrowed, cheap

Steal hope for critic’s mild misgivings
Drowning in depressing clippings
Uglified by wig and ribbons
Pantomime with all the trimmings

Make dumb show and mime for laughs
How things are fine – they’ve rung the half
Don’t let us down, we’ve paid to see
Up close, what’s not reality

The Pantomime of Peace Offerings

One must take responsibility
For all the ills and woes that life can send
When feeling in a muddle
Raise your eyes above the puddle
Remember that you are your own best friend

It’s all this incivility
That lands a damsel squarely in distress
When the wolf is wanting in
And the walls are looking thin
Make more effort, window dressing to impress

There’s no reason you should wait upon the hero
And stand there with your knickers in a knot
It’s a cert he’s very busy
So before you go all dizzy
Take a breath and count the blessings you forgot

Don’t pin your hopes on happy endings
For all of life’s a journey, don’t you know?
Keep a hanky up your sleeve
So you can signal a reprieve
And pack your troubles in your pocket as you go