THE EUROPEAN THEATRE

 yo!.. pantomime... innit?

here in palookaville..

tis the season to rejoice..

tis the season of goodwill..

to one an all..

an every year at this time..

we feel the need..

to put on make-up..

an dress as women..

or dress women as men..

put the pussy in boots..

an take the piss..

 A CHRISTMAS LIKE NO OTHER

this year in a bid to out do our competitors..

we have arranged everything just so..

the covid is spreading hard and fast..

the king is in his counting house..

the Brexit deal is bubbling up..

the pubs are shut..

the music's over..

the sport has had an early bath..

THE MAKE-UP ITCHES

nerves are on display..

back stage..

 fright and flight fight..

plenty of villains..

no shortage of suspects..

BUT THE COSTUMES FIT

the fruits de mare..

are up for grabs..

the autos blaring horns are loud..

the wine an cheese are warming up..

the audience is all agog..

EL REY PESCADORE

is playing in the pit..

scrooge is fighting with the ghosts..

Christmas past and presents..

but what of the future?

ALL TOMORROW'S PARTIES

Humpty Dumpty has had a great fall..

little jack Horner..

must stand in the corner..

little bo peep..

has lost her sheep..

it's widow twankey in the study with a crowbar..

clueless in Seattle..

the foreigners look on in disbelief..

he's beeehiiiind you..

they call as with one voice..

loud an clear..

oh no he's not..

replies the slapstick lead..

I'm on my bleedin own out here..

IT'S NO GO THE FOREIGN HOLIDAY

please make it all go away..

call the crowds..

oh please lets us go away..

we did not mean it all at all..

IT WAS THEM WOT DUNNIT

the blame game has never stopped..

I guess it never will..

but whoever is to blame..

will it ring the bleedin till?.

ONCE MORE OUT OF THE LIMELIGHT

as the curtains come down..

the cast must all hold hands..

to bow and fac..

the audience..

to get the clap..

they so richly deserve..