Thursday, February 01, 2007The Play
In Dublin's fair city where fittingly pretty
Confetti-like leaves fall on Ciara's and Steve's.
The music of youth speaks of beauty and truth.
Some stay in their rooms as late afternoon looms,
For those all alone with a deaf and dumb phone,
They write their life story. 'I Don't Mean To Bore Me'
Each day stays the same as his hair style or name.
He could try some sport on a pitch, course or court,
With a whole play to fill they mostly stand still.
Sometimes he blinks. He eventually thinks
He's tempted to say that they should do a play
He can't help but say it when on one dark day it
It sounds quite inviting. They set about writing
Like standing on stages for what seems like ages
So Joey says they need to get out and play.
He hoped that he'd find new ideas when he joined
They could try some sport or drink gin and port
They're tempted by vices. They vote on their choices.
Their weekend is fun, coloured in by the sun.
On Saturday night at the end of daylight
At one they're all gone, but their party goes on
It's worse than they thought. A brush, mop and cloth
But they've made it worse. They look on and curse.
They say a mad thief brought a pick-axe and grief.
He had a glass eye and they all wondered why
He tells them it's fair that they pay to repair |
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