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I once almost cursed the final performance of a wonderful play I had the fortune of being a part of it The play was Romeo and Juliet on Verona Street Set in the 1930’s I didn’t do anything important Carried two bodies Got in a fight Smuggled some beer Called a mob boss Delivered a package and Investigated two dead bodies in mime but waiting on my final role during the final performance of this oh so wonderful production I reached out to a friend of mine (his name was Paul but he played the Prince) and told him “I’d love to direct MacBeth” He did a double-take Asked me what I said I said again “I’d love to direct MacBeth” “You mean the Scottish Tragedy?” I held my mouth in shock I knew better That name was cursed Paul told me all was not lost there was a way to reverse the curse just listen close he said Take your fingers in a peace sign Spit between them Swear (I said “son of a ***** Turn around one, two, three times Then leave the dressing room And come back I did all and Paul was relieved but Romeo chimed in “well you know we have to circumcise you right?” Paul added “Yeah, with a Claymore!” Don’t ever wish me luck, I might break my leg! I still want to direct MacBeth and to show I’m serious I even bought the script! All that’s left is to get a stage, and some money, and some actors and maybe some talent to go with my almost obnoxious amount of luck
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May 3, 2010
May 3, 2010 at 5:13 PM UTC
The Curse of MacBeth
I once almost cursed the final performance of a wonderful play I had the fortune of being a part of it The play was Romeo and Juliet on Verona Street Set in the 1930’s I didn’t do anything important Carried two bodies Got in a fight Smuggled some beer Called a mob boss Delivered a package and Investigated two dead bodies in mime but waiting on my final role during the final performance of this oh so wonderful production I reached out to a friend of mine (his name was Paul but he played the Prince) and told him “I’d love to direct MacBeth” He did a double-take Asked me what I said I said again “I’d love to direct MacBeth” “You mean the Scottish Tragedy?” I held my mouth in shock I knew better That name was cursed Paul told me all was not lost there was a way to reverse the curse just listen close he said Take your fingers in a peace sign Spit between them Swear (I said “son of a ***** Turn around one, two, three times Then leave the dressing room And come back I did all and Paul was relieved but Romeo chimed in “well you know we have to circumcise you right?” Paul added “Yeah, with a Claymore!” Don’t ever wish me luck, I might break my leg! I still want to direct MacBeth and to show I’m serious I even bought the script! All that’s left is to get a stage, and some money, and some actors and maybe some talent to go with my almost obnoxious amount of luck
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May 3, 2010
May 3, 2010 at 5:13 PM UTC
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