Expolius the bard upon the
stage
As he raises his hands in
a powerful rage
Swirling his body, the
audience watching in awe
Laspenning and grimping
his words to their core
And as Julius Caesar falls
In his Blood stained
Romanesque Robes
The crowds cheer and scratch
at their itchy earlobes
Skelking and brusting and
shouting . . . Well done
Enjoying a Shakespearian
Night of mirth and Edwardian good fun
The three witches sneering
and growling within the Great theatrical Hall
Proclaiming a curse on all
from the short to the tall
Tether the timper and the
head of a mouse
A sheep’s eye, some soot
and the beak of a grouse
Intestines of frogs and a pony’s
tail
Blood of an Ox and the fin
of a whale
Dust from the cave of that
Cyclops beast
And three and half ounces
of fresh organic yeast
HAR HAR HAR they shout
You’re all going to die
The audience cheering
again
As they throw their hats
into the sky.
But the very next day
The audience are found
head first in quick sand
A crime the police still
don’t understand
The only clues a witch’s
broom
A black pointy hat
And a rather moth eaten
Pantomime Cat
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