Hot Air & Cold Fronts
A play in the open air, it was,
A drowsy Summer’s day –
I wished I were not there, because,
The sky was looking grey.
The monologues were droning on,
Soliloquies so slow –
And where the sun no longer shone,
The rain was sure to show.
Some pigeons pecked the grass between
The actors, undisturbed –
The breeze was starting to get keen,
To match the verbiage heard.
With not a cut within the script,
They read out ev’ry line –
But the mercury was not so gripped,
As it sped into decline.
Hold on there, what had I missed ?
Oh, nowt, the same damn speech !
Even the clouds had got the gist,
And looked about to breach.
The fools all capered round the set,
Right back where they began,
When the Heavens wept for Juliet –
Thank god !, I thought, and ran…
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