I could, of course, do the Lambeth Walk
two steps,
quick steps,
lick my wounds and come out fighting.
If,
I get the backlighting right, but
on the stage age is no barrier
to foolishness.

I waltz with giraffes which get
a few laughs and
inside me
the hyena dies slow.

The show must go on and so
into the spot,
lit up and shot dead
well read by the audience,
another poor performance but
I could always of course, do
the Lambeth walk.