Wednesday, August 24, 2005

O’ young little theatre company Far away from here Do you want to do my plays? Would you like to drink a beer? I want to get my words on Inside of your black box Morning after we’d have breakfast A bagel and some lox You’d remember it till the day you die The night you did my show The throbbing pulse of polite applause Like a geyser in mid flow And afterwards we have some drinks And talk about our genius So clear that night to one and all Wish everyone could have seen us

1 comment:

Dorothy said...

I think it's awesome that your blog is an altar to your plays.
Best way to pray.