Rehearsal

A step towards crowning perfection,’ Notions of luck much like infection; Before a show drop that conception: Talents grow with good self-perception… Blunders men should reduce to zero: The only way one seems a hero. You don’t harden your heart like Pharaoh; Awaits one the poor record of Nero… Artistes crave a resounding applause. Why would one pander away a plus? For a standing ovation give cause; Regrets about shows could fill a bus… What the wise does against a display, For which eyes are cocked, no more a play, Falls of leaping feet should just tally: The correcting forum for Sally… All the slips of the tongue during speech The timely oratory would breach; Always, Rehearsal runs the tight ship Of firm seekers of watchers’ worship.