NovPAD Day 18. (funny)
What ho, Brabantio? That thieves should steal our Friday night! Sixteen and theatre-bound we ate Maltesers without wisdom. Shakespeare seemed to us a slow way to dusty death. Behind hands’ meagre arras and ‘midst quench-ed giggles we meanwhile sprouted plots. To spill or not to spill that was the question. To tip our sweets over authority’s balding pate? To sleep or to cough, that we might mask the wings and sparrows of outrageous giggles. We held dread box aloft. while down below oh earnest night! Such strutting and fretting upon the stage. But alas! How sharper than the serpent's tooth to have a thankless audience. What rogues and pleasant fools were we! So many old fashioned words glowered like goblins in our ears Such learning, such laboured hours until tomorrow and tomorrow all signifying nothing.