Time is so brief I fear
In which to have you near
Your work extends you so
And I love you so dear
Our work is all one though
Whichever path we go
A labour without peer
To set the stage aglow
Pursue dramatic art?
Sounds grand – but that’s our part.
There’s a word which to be blunt
Means love to me – but others hunt
A chaster word to bear the brunt...
It’s farce and there’s nothing like it
So stupid, ‘gainst the grain
Don’t publicise – don’t mic it...
