Developing The Plot Of My Very Own Story Poem by Margaret Alice

Oh what fatigue, collected my kid
sang as we drove along, happy and
loud, told her about my heroine who
can sing opera well, into the shop
with no-one to stop the tune in my
head, sang as we went along the
racks and the wares, came back
to work, determined to concentrate,
but of course the voice kept on
singing in my head, especially when
Alfredo, a tenor, joined my heroine
in the opening scene, I listened
enraptured as they finished the
theme, now I’m back at my President
letter - but it fails to intrigue me, it
would be ever so much better to see
what my protagonists are doing, will
she get the role after auditioning, how
will she deal with the pressure of
stardom – or will she be ousted by
a glitzy pretender who cannot sing
but present well on a stage? - Please
give me leave to continue the event,
it is impossible to concentrate on other
things while so much has to be said
in developing the plot of my
very own story!