The draping curtain draws back
revealing a dimly lit set.
The cast scuffle backstage
in their daily quarrel.
I wish their din would cease.
The lights awaken,
Silhouettes of exasperated
hands come into view.
"A Comedy, it must be".
"Satire, surely, is what she needs".
"No, no, another Tragedy".
"Lets sing and dance; fill her with glee".
"Can we not do this again",
comes the voice of Reason.
Meanwhile, the protagonist;
She waits 'till the eleventh hour
to know of the script.
*It's all an act, at the end of the day!
