All the world's a stage.
Bare planks of balsa wood tossed upon the breeze.
The butterfly twitches wings in Bangkok,
Cruise control Manilla.
South Asia sea rolls.
Butterfly with patterned wings,
Reverts to caterpillar.
A big fat hairy one.
Toking on a fat cigar,
Driving a huge expensive car.
Turns into a juggernaut.
Too large to carry on.
In the corner truck is stuck.
The stage it's fallen now,
But how?
Enter stage left a servant of the living crown present the globe with lots of luck.
Carried in a golden casket.
A world trade deal all linked up, within a worldwide shopping basket.
He grins from ear to ear.
Being positive right now,
As he wipes away world tears.
What a dear he is.
A smiling face.
Despite the fact his stage fell down.
He still smiles without a frown.
(c)LIVVI