Hostile invaders

Of dreams,

Packing up everything

And moving. Again.

Running the clocks

Later and later

Each year, ticking;

Words falling behind,

And the parts-

Degrading!

It was always one of two,

One of two,

And I was the younger.

I'd dreamt of something

More substantial,

But Alas! that was

Back when it was

Hunter's Ltd.

So begins the memoirs of Alexia Fairhurst…

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This just-for-fun piece came to me last night and I felt I needed to put it on Protagonize.
It's rather some of my own frustrations at my Drama teacher's creating of scripts (she edits them from books, removing stage-directions and para-phrasing scenes), which made me think back to our old Head of Perfomances(yes, he was called Mr. Hunter). I wrote the poem first, and then expanded.
There also might be a role-play of the various characters involved in Victorian Theatre.

updated Oct 26 '11 by SumnerzAngel