Think They Can ActA Poem by villagecaptainTough Crowd
Taking the stage in grand costume
Flouncing their tails blue and red Talking in twangs to an audience Of golden cherry-eyed rats Who snicker under eyebrows flat A melody shrieks and the actor falls down His actress shouldn't now run to his side The prediction of a play seen frequently Abruptly stalls and breaks all lewdness As the noisy front row stops to peek The air thickens with sweat and fog Beating of hand fans the only sound Actor and lady now laying still Tails scattered and waiting for the wind Or the hero of the previous set Too evocative for the verminous seats Rustling is too much to feel Catatonic motions and worried expressions Smiling couple had made them feel Warmth for moments until the curtain falls
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