Make way for Aunty Dolly please.
Let’s get her to her seat.
The matinèe is due to start.
There’s music with a beat.
The theatre is fully packed,
The lights are going down
And we’re in for a performance with
Some actors of renown.
The first scene was magnificent
And now the set has changed,
But something else is happening -
My goodness! This is strange!
Some senior citizens who’re here
All grouped in seats around
Have started on their picnic snacks
And dropped sweets on the ground.
Their mints are rolling everywhere -
They’re all around our feet,
But Dolly isn’t missing out
And fights to get her sweet.
Everywhere that you can see
Are pensioners on knees,
And no one hears the actors shout:
“Now stop that racket please.”
The lights go up, the curtains close,
Then off they rush for tea.
So, who’s prepared to face scene three?
Well it surely isn’t me!
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