A prop's story....

So along with many things....I am a thespian freak.... so this is a poem I wrote about props...and the abuse thespians put them through....

Woes of a Prop

(Dedicated to all the props that have fallen victim to prop abuse)

Each morning in the theatre
I experience pre show jitters,
From within my inanimate body
As I anxiously wait for my master,
To take me from my home.
I’m taken from my family,
Each and every day.
It’s a rather rude routine.
Oh what misery I face each night
From within the sardine-ish closet.
Why, there’s no where to toss,
And there’s no where to turn.
Each movement is a risk!
One wrong move and it’s quite horrible,
It’s duct tape surgery for you.
From within the sardine-ish prop closet,
I hear my master’s footsteps…
I don’t want to do the show!
Please don’t make me perform.
Second Act is approaching quickly….
It’s scene three already?!
Oh dear me, here I go…
Will someone please save me?
Is there a doctor in the house?
A lawyer would be nice too!
The abuse I feel every day,
And sometimes even twice!
I see how it is…
Continual damage day after day!
Throwing, breaking, ripping, dropping….
All the nightmares a prop could dream of.
The techies try to fix me,
Which always turns out wrong.
They try to make me look brand new!
(Like that’ll ever happen.)
I’ve been fixed with tape galore!
Duct tape is highly favored.
I’ve experienced each possible glue…
(Which makes for a rather sticky situation)….
And when there’s no glue present…
I try toothpaste on for size!
Everyday it’s the same routine,
Until the closing show,
When loe and behold it’s a different show
I’m something completely new!
I started out as a well you know,
‘Course you wouldn’t know it to see me.
I do more work than the actors,
Why don’t I get to bow?
The life of a prop is a miserable one,
Oh me, oh my…
POOR ME!….

~Mel...