Sonnet For A Short Run
In order to persuade you to see our show (and see it early - preview tonight!), I offer you this sonnet penned in earnest from the weary workings of a tech-strained brain:
So you say you're going to see our show-
Thanks! We know the demands on your attention
Are great - TV, films, books, not to mention
Social media - still, you've said you'll go.
But when? Now the matter grows uncertain;
Not this week but for sure the next, until
Next pours itself into your cup and spills
Over, and you rush to miss that last curtain.
Then, ah! the sorrows and regrets! The vows
Of next time; though we know missed plays, like failed leaps,
Like lost love and other games played for keeps
Get no nexts; but get gone by the last bows.
Tomorrow starts before we're ready for today;
But make time for us and we'll stop time with our play.
If these humble iams and boastful hexams have convinced you, tickets are available here and I'll see you at the theatre!
If not...I may resort to limericks.