Pantomime Poets (Stockton, February 2006) Poem by DM W

We are the artless ones:
Who stare blindly into space.
We chatter aimlessly in the wind.
Our heads are filled with sawdust.
If you are not part of our gang,
Then you will be cast aside.

We prefer popular doggerel
To snobby Shakespeare,
Because in truth we don't
Really understand his work.
We are full of sound and fury:
Signifying nothing.

We are pantomime performers.
We drink like fish.
We are conceited clowns:
Conglomerating in a mad circus.
We like the wild applause
Of the semi-literate.

Our colloquial expressions,
Are strongly emphasised,
For maximum effect.
Our stanzas are liberally littered
With pointless profanities.
So sit back and let us entertain you!