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CURTAINS
CURTAINS
Like all exhausted actors, I’ll fold and drop
And will this endless production ever stop
Do you understand, just listen to me I pray
I play the lead in this, so I must have my say
Ah well, my dear, I concede that it’s a fact
But surely you recognise it’s only the first act
We must gird our loins and see it to the end
Otherwise, it sets an example of a lazy trend
I don’t care what you’re saying, I am so tired
Even if the director threatens that I’ll be fired
Wearing this silly costume, now I hate myself
I’m sure I saw similar, worn by that Panto elf
Ah, so you recognise that we’re due back on
And all hope of any further rest is surely gone
So smile, my dear, just step out into the light
This play won’t make it past this opening night
Copyright ©
Howard Osborne
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