A poem from a subscriber

The set was struck

There was no luck

For Jobsite’s new stage manager

The cast with glee

Giggled, hee hee

And turned her into hamburger

Her comments flip,

She cracked the whip,

When an actor missed their cue.

Resentment rose

She gained some foes

Though she didn’t have a clue

As actors thought

Up morbid plots

To demonstrate her error

While she had fun

For the whole run

Being a holy terror

This lesson learned

You’ll not get burned

You may still avoid her fate.

Egos fragile,

Minds so agile,

Criticism actors hate.