A small cigar can change the world, I know, I've done it frequently at parties where I've won all the guests' attention with my generosity and suave
Then God, the director, smells a rat. Pulls another rabbit from His hat. Sniffs the air and He says, "Well, that's that I'm going.'' The actors milling
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Dirty white caravans down narrow roads sailing. Vivas, Cortinas, weaving in their wake. With hot, red-faced drivers, horns' flattened fifths wailing
All right and honorable gentlemen and lady too, will kindly try to restrain themselves in derring-do As verbal hard graffiti flies and echoes wall
Tearing down in double quick time to get the "A" truck shifted 'bout midnight. The locker rooms are empty but the strobo tuners still spin with their
Critic of the black and white it's your first night. The Passion Play gets in the way - spoils your insight. Tell me how the baby's made, how the lady
Your mother she protected you And softened every blow And brought you up to fear the worst To be careful as you go. And the learned educators With
Got a grand house out in the country. Marble pillars holding the door. Empty bottles lining the wall from the night before. Got a Roller out in the
The tiger flashes sharpened teeth. Bowler-hatted; summer briefs beneath his pinstriped skin. To kill demands a business sense; Economy moves non-residence
The master playwright urges you to play right/play wrong; life is long and every night's the first night. The wardrobe mistress urges you to dress
Spoken: "Hello. This is `Law of the Bungle Part II'. By the way, I'm Martin Barre; but sometimes I'm an owl, and my feathers are really smooth, and
The tiny ant leaves his tiny ant drops in the sand, And makes his home inside a rusty watering can, Occasionally going out to look for bread and jam
Last light's out. They're all abed And something's in my room, Creeping down towards me on the wall. Daddy said it's just some flickering headlight
One day he'll walk from out of this place. You'll see a quiet determination on his face. He'll toe no lines. Suffer no fools. But he'll raise three
I looked out of my window, saw stencilled black, No step, no step. There were nervous mothers with children crying in the back. No step, no step.
Did you learn your lines today? Well, there is no rehearsal. The tickets have all been sold for tomorrow's matinee. There's a telegram from the writer
