It's 20 minutes untill the show The seconds creep, it's time to go Come on, we're on, put down you script This whole house will quite soon be flipped Do the blocking, do em' proud proud We've worked so hard, so please be loud Backstage again, a weary calm Sweeps over us like seashore balm He's on his monolouge again Nailed it, supressed a grin Best show that we've ever had The director's going mad The organ, curtains and the lights All make this show the night of nights The crowd it sways, shouts fall and rise Some say the writing's full of lies But nothing beats a clearer mind Who makes us see when we thought blind Seems this play has struck a chord And not one child goes home bored The sun goes down, sky fades from blue Into a somewhat blacker hue But like the play, we have a life To spend and end a world of strife Swords are fun, and while they smack The pen's a rather sharp attack
Wrote this poem backstage during a play. Not especially proud, but I wanted to show you guys what I mean by "Couplets".
