Saturday, 21 April 2007
06:28:37 PM (GMT)
I found this poem and I find that I've grown very fond of it. I hope you all like it
just as much as I do:
At The Theatre by Sir A.P. Herbert
Dear Madam, you have seen this play;
I never saw it till today.
You know the details of the plot.
But, let me tell you, I do not.
The author seeks to keep from me
The murderer's identity,
And you are not a friend of his
If you keep shouting who it is.
The Actors in their funny way
Have several funny things to say,
But they do not amuse me more
If you have said them just before;
The merit of the drama lies,
I understand, in some surprise;
But the surprise must be small
Since you have just foretold it all.
The lady you have brought with you
Is, I infer, a half-wit too,
But I can understand the piece
Without the assistance of your neice
In short, foul woman, it would suit
Me just as well if you were mute;
In fact, to make my meaning plain,
I trust you will not speak again.
And- may I add one human touch?-
Don't breathe upon my neck so much.
I love this poem. It is clever and humorus and I enjoy it very much. Wouldn't you