Panto Time

Hello Poetry Lovers

It’s Pantomime season and the lovely Trisha Broomfield and I saw Robin Hood at the Yvonne Arnaud theatre last week. (Oh no we didn’t!)

A lovely polished, detailed, colourful and witty production. However, we couldn’t help but reminisce about pantomimes past!

Clever poet Trisha has summed this mood up so succinctly that I think this piece will ring true with most of us. Do read on

Panto Time

What ever happened to Widow Twanky?

Or is it me who’s got all old and cranky?

Now Robin Hood’s a pantomime

call it progress, it’s not a crime.

The Nottingham sheriff was so bad

and a lass called Karen, not a lad,

the merry men were energetic

singing, dancing all frenetic,

and then of course Maid Marion

her love for Robin, off then on again.

The heart of the woods, now that was magic

with an ending for lovers far from tragic.

The audience was very loud and vocal

and though bussed in, were mostly local.

When Karen appeared, a deafening scream

Heather and I bought vanilla ice cream.

Pre Christmas it provided delights of such colour

I’m sure that next year we’ll go to another.

©TB 2024

A wonderful poem, isn’t it. Who cannot help but be nostalgic about this Christmas tradition?!

Thank you so much, Trisha, for arranging the visit and writing this beautiful piece. More please.

Thanks for tuning in, PL’s. We’ll be back with more poetry action real soon….