Poem Poem Poem

Another day. Another poem.

4 Weeks to go and it's taking shape

We're getting in the groove.

Lou's in fine voice and George is poised

To bob anything that moves.

"Look happy when you dance,"she says," I'm Watching Like a hawk"

"If you can't do the legs, Just do the arms..

If you can't do the arms, Just Walk!"

Neil manages to guide the cast in subtle, gentle ways..

"I will personally kill you if you stand in the wrong place!"

I hate to raise your hopes too high, There's still a way to go.

But on the night, I think it might be quite a cracking show!

Polly