A Pantomime

In my early teens, I had stage fright Yet yearned to take part in the actors' art. At school, I'd perform both drama and comedy, Read poetry and narrate. But put me near public platform or lectern, Then my limbs became leaden, And my arid mouth would not orate.

An aunt paid for elocution lessons - Much against my will. 'They should help you breathe better, gain confidence. - You'll benefit greatly from that skill!'

The matronly teacher was very kind - She proffered me orange squash - But half way through our initial lesson, She carefully scrutinised her watch. 'There's nothing more here for us two - You speak better English than "like what" I do!'

Yet I would not give up, and after false starts Joined a theatrical group. Perhaps one day meriting very small parts - The solid stalwart of the troop?

Then, some weeks before Christmas, they offered me A role, 'The key to our whole pantomime! - But don't be nervous, your costume will help.' If I agreed, that part would be mine...

My big moment came - spotlights turned green A roll on the drums, a huge plume of smoke. Wicked Abanazar roared magic words - And I almost began to choke...

Any applause?

Yes! I was a rave And had conquered all my nerves - Without keeling over or having a stroke - Portraying the rock that blocked the mouth Of Aladdin's fabulous cave.