Verse and Reverse: A tale of intensity in three acts.
Created | Updated Dec 23, 2003
Errancy and Insubstantiation
Life offers so few pleasures compared to actually finding a play that you haven't seen and reading it in script form and actually enjoying the experience. Otherwise, it is like reading phone listings for a city that you don't exist in.
Now, having brought that distasteful topic up, we move onto another one. Since we, at Irritating Public Radio, Your Friends In The Air, function within a rather rarefied (not to say vacuous) financial stratum or stratus (Eric says it is more of a Cumulo-Nimbus, while Madame Tina says it is more of a 'curious mess', but that's beside the point I was trying to avoid in the first place), we often find ourselves at the mercy of our subscribers and sponsors, to the point (remember this, it's the one I was trying to avoid) that demands are made upon our time and facilities that might better be used or abused by just switching off and waxing the floors. Which reminds me. Thanks to the folks at Remarkable Products Printing, Silkscreening and Custom Embroidery, for the discarded t-shirts and kindergarten jumpers. They are coming in very handy.
Anyway, here's "Verse and Reverse: A tale of intensity in three acts", written, directed and acted by the God Daughters of Dr. Lady Lambeth, Third Earlet of Pondsmoore, under the auspices of the Lady Lambeth Murmurial Whispering Gallery and Free School, Pondsmoore Estates, Pledroy, Poink.
Which reminds me. The next cretin that scrawls 'Needle, Noddle, Noo' in the road dust on my Morgan trike is gonna have my dog put on him. That finish can only take so much more grit rubbed in before I have to have it stripped and sanded and refinished. That's more bob than I can part with at the moment and while I can't avoid roaring about in a grubby motorcar, I can try to avoid roaring about in a ruined one. So, cut it out! And go muck about with someone's foreign jobbie!
Caste D'liste:
Chelsea Dawn Plotbrot
Chelsea Divine Arronson
Chelsea Dean Smith
Charly Emerson Lit
Charlies Eric Somtononna
Charlees Ely Battachargee
Polly Lee Pont-de-Garn
Polly Leaann Rollant
Roland Pling Plonk
Roland Pong Zritchwcyz
Timothea Elizabeth Crhon
Timothy Elongated Fudge
Tim O'Thee Rangruder
Uran Boyd True
Vobby Smith-Lincoln
and
Binks Brown Nose, the Library Cat
Character D'liste:
The mean man
The nice man
The mob
The Saints, in all their Glory
Various tortured and miserable heretical souls
First Act: In which all is prepared
The mean man:
Hark! What grubby freak!
Approacheth my humble council hovel?
The nice man:
I travel upon the roads and 'M's of the world,
seeking those with clean shirts, clean shoes, and clean souls!
The mean man:
Get you'all hence! I'll have none of your
religion du jour
around here'or!
The nice man:
No mere man nor mirror can stop me!
I am about the work of the Lord God Almighty, Incorporated and Discoprophated...
Big and bright and everywhere!
Various tortured, etc.:
Hear, hear, this is true!
We'uns can vouch for that!
Thought, word and deed,
everything we deed, he seed!
The mob:
Only because you believed that he seed!
Them what don't believe don't get seed!
Various tortured, etc.:
We've seed unbelieved get seed!
You may fool yourselves, but you can't fool HE'D!
The mean man:
Now, you hovel-haunter! See the riot you've
brought upon us?
You're a trouble-maker, and no mistake
Hie thee hence, with haste!
The nice man:
I go where my master sends me,
and no where else!
Second Act: In Which All Is Revealed
The mean man: I do what I please
and I'm easy to please
Just do what I say,
and I'll get my way.
The Saints, etc.: Hosanna, Hey-sanna, Susanna!
That's what you thinks you thinks,
But that ain't the ways it is!
There is a destiny you follow,
No matter what you think you swallow,
Or what you make other's wallow,
in.
The mean man: You can sing your lungs out,
it makes no difference!
You know no more about me,
than a dried-out puffer-fish!
Various tortured, etc.: OOOOOOOO!
OOOOOOO!
Listen to them, ooooo
if you value your soul!
The mean man: Oh, be quiet, you had your chance,
to sing and drink and get in trouble and dance!
You read the warning label,
now you want to return the pants!
You have a contract and you want to tear it!
Remember, it is said,
If the snood fits, wear it!
Various tortured, etc.: Oooooooo!
Ooooooooooo!
Ooo!
Oh!
Final act: In which the end comes to those who deserve it
The nice man: You have been war-ned
beware and be a-fraid-ded,
for the time cometh
for you to meet your comuppanth!
The mob: We don't believe you!
Various tortured, etc.: We believe you!
The Saints, etc.: Hosanna, Heysanna, Susanna!
He tells you of God's planna!
On that you can dependa,
You equal opportunity offenda!
The mean man: I'm tired of this, you sheep,
I'm going. I need my ugly sleep!
The mob: Yeah, put a sock in the cake portal,
you lot of bleeting bleeding hearts of the Lordal!
Thunder from Heaven
The Saints, etc.: Hosanna, Heysanna, Susanna!
Ha, ha, ha, Himself will deal with you, Now!
The mean man: I have done nothing!
The Saints, etc.: That's the point!
The nice man: I will give you one last chance to repent,
then your punishment to the Lord's will is bent!
The mean man: I have done NOTHING!
Screaming man being drawn downward
Various tortured, etc.: Thennnnnnnnnn.....
Lettttt thattt beeeee youurrrrr
leeegaaaccccyyyy forrr alll Timmmeee!
The nice man: The end!
Clappping
