Satire in Limerick Acts

Act One: the stage and scenery are set I was told the play, I'd not soon forget But if truth were to be told More like the game, whack-a-mole I needed a hammer, not a lorgnette Thespians were vying for the limelight Popping up everywhere, ready to fight Sarcastic words ill spoken The golden rule was broken A princess rudely slandered by a knight Act Two: the actors wrote their own stage play A long soliloquy to have their say The audience booed and hissed "Put that one on the blacklist! Kick that charlatan out," they did convey. Someone had to quickly close the curtain 'fore the crowd decided they'd be hurtin' the actor they were jeering with sidelong looks of leering meaning, "Fit for a role by Tim Burton!" Act Three: Then Queenie tried to take control Each part played, she admitted that she stole Just another know it all Boring with each scribbled scrawl Showing up everywhere like whack-a-mole Bad actors can't write plays worth a ripe fig But criticize others to make a dig. Negative comments given Are they jealousy driven? Wantin' to make the rules like a bigwig The play, though not very well attended is being recast with those commended who are never rude and crude and have a kind attitude Instead of those whose words have offended The next play is about a new dog breed I heard it's called a boghound with a need to chew on a bone until its nibbling has caused ill will and seats are all empty; audience freed.