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Make way for Aunty Dolly please.
     Let’s get her to her seat.
The matinèe is due to start.
     There’s music with a beat.

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The theatre is fully packed,

     The lights are going down 
And we’re in for a performance 
     With some actors of renown.

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The first scene was magnificent
     And now the set has changed,
But something else is happening - -
     My goodness!  This is strange!

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Some senior citizens, who’re here,
     All grouped in seats around,
Have started on their picnic snacks
     And dropped sweets on the ground.

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Their mints are rolling everywhere;
     They’re all around our feet,
But Dolly isn’t missing out
     And fights to get her sweet.

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Everywhere that you can see
     Are pensioners on knees,
And no one hears the actors shout:
     'Now stop that racket please.'

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The lights go up, the curtains close,
     Then off they rush for tea.
So, who’s prepared to face scene three?
     Well it surely isn’t me!

 

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