The audience was absolutely beamin’,
‘Cause the star was completely steamin’.
But the performance eroded,
As the gestures exploded,
And the director began screamin’!
He ran, viciously, onto the unassuming stage,
Pointed out the crucial line of the page!
Felt his authority collapse,
With all the cheers and claps,
And so he let loose and consumed rage.
Out forth came a soliloquy immensely divine,
That later it would have deserved a shrine!
All about human condition,
And life’s expensive tuition,
That the actor wrote it down with his wine.
Later I was told that the player sold the script,
And many a spectator was intensely gript.
But the poor originator,
Ended up as a waiter,
But led a good life, though it was nondescript.
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