Playtime

A poem incorporating the titles of West End theatrical productions current in 2005

Oh yes, I remember the birthday party

And meeting the woman in white,

The dresser extraordinaire, stylish and arty,

Out on the town for the night.

And oh, mamma mia! Her smile was so sweet

That I felt like the lion king,

Not guessing such smiles could harbour deceit

Or carry so cruel a sting;

The producers of sorrow come promising joy

And posing as every man’s dream,

But dreams can turn sour so beware, man and boy,

Some women are not what they seem!

My faithless blithe spirit brought nothing but tears,

She took but she gave little back,

I was caught in the mousetrap by one who appears

To me now as the woman in black.