Wednesday, 25 March 2015



Regrets? Here’s One


Oh my dear, what’s become of me

Warbling show tunes, endlessly


Camelot and Sweeney Todd

Oklahoma! I’m a fraud


South Pacific, don’t you know

There’s a place we’ll never go


I could be belting rock ‘n’ roll

Topping charts and fanzine polls


Though I know the words by rote

Sadly, I can’t carry a note


I was born, conceived for the stage

Alas, it’s too late now given my age


Isn’t it rich, Soundheim in the basement

Upstairs you wonder where my brains went


Oh you Cats, and you Lion King

I really wish that I could sing


Woe is me, I missed my calling

The footlights dim, the curtain’s falling


From this life I’ve wanted more

I’ve always craved a third encore

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