On The Square #2

by

J D Cully

It's of four and twenty Freemasons my story I will tell
As they gather in the theatre to say the last farewell

Harold leads the service on the Square
But as the brothers all pay their respects there
They forget that we too should have had our chance

People keep telling me 'Never mind'
They must be stupid, they must be blind
As if we could all join hands in a Floral Dance

You must let the fans say their goodbyes
Like Miss Springfield's friends, you must be wise
The importance of being Ernest is clear now

To mourn her in silence away we must go
Sweet St Anne, say it isn't so
There's a famous theatre that looks different somehow

It's a decade since the Soviet Union fell
But right there blat is alive and well
As the undeserving critic's an honoured guest there

While Strophe stands outside in the rain
And I go to Wycombe to hide my pain
His freeloading butt squeezes into a sacred chair

NEXT?
Why don't you look at my grandmother
by: Peggy L. Lanning
from: San Diego, CA, US

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