A Play was written,
A Play was proposed.
Rehearsal after rehearsal,
Pushed back and postponed.
On and on it goes,
Not going anywhere.
It just keeps dragging on,
To the actors despair.
Script gets changed.
And changed back again.
No plan or direction,
No lines to ingrain.
A three act play,
It takes a while.
The actors done,
With a director’s hostile.
An actor can’t act,
And director can’t direct.
It’s insane we keep going,
In a show so wrecked.
The show is starting,
Don’t want to perform.
The show must go on,
No chance of reform.