Turn the doorknob left or right,
I wonder should I tug or lean –
The window tells me day or night
The music for me sets the scene,
Other actors know their lines
It is quite rare they miss their mark –
Someone didn’t move the chair
I stumble blindly in the dark,
A muffled chuckle from the crowd
Then lively laughter fills the air
Houselights on, so all can see
This clumsy actor laying there.
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