Run-of-the-mill characters from a worse
play
Strut histrionically the ironic stage,
Iconic dumbness in stilettoed
fancy-dress,
Made-up down to their pared toenails,
The farcical merry-andrews meander
Under the merrier patronage of
ridicule.
Their burlesque antics have everyone
chortle but I –
My mind's foibles invisible until then,
Until they uttered their pragmatic
ineptitudes
Sucked from the paunchy thespian cow's
udders.
I, being the only spectator reeling at
the centre
Of this immense rostrum,
Look rather like the simpleton,
Quite impervious to their dramatic
talent.
I am quite the Aunt Sally really,
Sullied by their sallies,
Quite the middle-of-the-road
laughingstock,
The stock-in-trade jack-of-no-trade
That sends the frolicking cartwheelers
Rolling in the aisles – boy what a
keeler!
Take me for a ride, jocular jokey
jockeys,
For this slapstick world never is as
wacky
As when you take turns to make it
tacky!
Don't stop the marring-go-round,
We're having so much fun...
I promise that soon
With a red schnoz I'll return
And cook up my own puns.
In the meantime, my belovèd goons,
the shenanigans must resound!
