Leaving Poem for Expat Friends Involved in Am Dram Theatre Group Leaving the Country
Five people were leaving the theater group and this poem was read out in the Blue Room, following the performance of a skit. It was another double act, this time with a lady. I read the lines in bold
This is just a little ditty
A ma-salama poem
To say goodbye to our dear friends
As they make their way back home
Yes folks, you've had the play
It's now sincerity time
To pay tribute to our departing members
And insult them all in rhyme
I've heard about your ditties
I'm not sure I'm very keen
I just take poetic license
You take liberties, you mean
If you're going to insult my friends
I don't want any part
Oh Mary, don't make a fuss
I'll behave, cross my heart
OK, but no derogatory remarks
Did I not promise just now
No innuendoes or calling people names
Get on, yer silly cow
Alright, it's goodbye to two fine actors
Which is a terrible pity
It's goodbye to a fine producer
And two members of committee
We say goodbye to just one mother
And three men-the total's nine
We bid adieu to a man of spirit
And one who deals in wine
Ma-salama to two married couples
And one who's happy....and free
If we count the departing back stage folk
The number comes to three
If we count the departing back stage folk
The number comes to three
So far, that's seventeen people
That's really more than plenty
Throw in two ladies and a lighting man
And the number comes to twenty
Throw in two ladies and a lighting man
And the number comes to twenty
There's two who dabble in computers
There's one in avionics
There's four who like to tipple wine
And one on sid and tonics
There's a sewing singing teacher
Who's big in the arts... arse
There's a devoted snooker player
Who like playing darts... farce
There's a devoted snooker player
Who like playing darts... farce
There's one with a London accent
There's four who speak quite posh
There's two who like a game of bridge
And one who's fond of squash
There's one who's very nautical
And at least one who's very naughty
That's an awful lot of people
The number now is forty
Photo from www.bbc.co.uk
Forty people leaving?
That's enough to fill a bus
But it's not the first time that we've faced
A mass exodus
Anyway, I've found some double accounting
The number's only five
And though they're indispensable
ORP will survive
ORP used to be mainly American
Then the British made a coop (coup)
Excuse me, that should be coo, it's French. It's a silent 'P'
A silent 'P' huh?
A silent 'P' huh?
OK! ORP used to be American
Then the British made a coo
And now the Brits are leaving
Five in one fell swoo
So what'll become of the membership
Who will it next comprise
If it goes the way of the Country
Bangladeshis and Thais
There's another 40 verses of this so I'll continue it tomorrow
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1 comment:
lol
It's so funny!
do u write that stuff? that's awesome.
Good job :)
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