A little poem...

A little poem. You know what that means.

The Actor

By Eugene Koh (Yevgeniy Mstislav Koh)

Shush, hear.
I am the sky.
You have to see.
Come closer, see.

The actor,
Sat on a seat.
Tired was he,
Acting with he.

The actor,
Memorising his lines,
Clearly ready for a chance,
To impress someone.

The actor,
Bold as can be,
Cos' the only audience,
Is just a girl you see.

You may ask,
Bold? Bold, is he?
When it is an audience,
Of only one who see?

Yes, it should be,
For indeed it is boldest,
To be acting infront of someone,
Who knows you, like bananas!

Ah yes, the show's about to start,
Wait and see,
For the story,
Is most interesting.

"Madam, seek me no more.
Our hearts have desired,
Both on its own.
Trees have afallen,
From when it was planted.
The old love has died,
The new one not aspring!
Meet me no more,
For my heart falters,
And my heart is no longer with thee."

And so together,
And together,
The tears together,
In this weather,
The man, woman and me,
Cried from an eye, another and from me.

The End

Aha, now that was interesting...