Let The Show Begin *
Curtains drawn and footlights dimmed
The audience hushed with anticipation
Dressed in finest gowns and precious jewels
Programmes tightly rolled and clutched
To perfumed bodices of lace.
With escorts seated at their side
Chaffing at too-stiff collars and too-tight shoes
Anxious to be home to watch the game,
The critics have been more than kind
Warranting outrageous ticket prices
And less than perfect seating.
The orchestra has sounded
Their final notes of pre-show flourish
Pausing at the ready to bring on the cast
Their lines committed to unerring memory
And choreographed to a tee.
Spotlights flood the centre stage
Crimson curtains part in royal majesty.
Let the show begin.
