Sitting Through
My great aunt sangwith D'oyly Carte Opera,
so, every spring when they toured
I sat through Iolanthe,
Pirates of Penzance,
Ruddigore, Box and Cox.
I sat on Richard D'oyly Carte's knee
and probably dribbled
I was too young to know
aged four, dressed in a velvet dress
with dreaded lace tatted
onto collar and sleeves,
we sat in a private box
I ate jellied sweets
and fell asleep with my head
in my fathers lap,
roused by an encore
and after show drinks,
sometimes it is bred
into you
I always lapped
up the audience
until I became too tired;
Aunt Isabelle
you have a lot to
answer for
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2013-09-06 at 20:59
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