They Say that all the World's a Stage

They say that all the world's a stage,
And we are all but actors thrust thereon,
But some of us just find it hard to stop,
And must needs cut a short story long,
And from the first unfolding of the drama,
Through denoument and that final curtain call
We know that from the start,
We are bound to play a part
And bathe in glory where that spotlight falls...

Like my forbears before me,
I will nobly tread the boards,
Good doctor, cut that cord, lo, here I am
As I uttered my first breath,
I entered stage left,
The young man rumbustuous in his pram,
And by Act 1, Scene 3,
My first soliloquy,
Delivered with a flourish, nice but dim,
And with a wave of the hand, and other gestures grand,
Bring forth the potty, fill it to the brim..

They say that all the world's a stage,

On to Act Three, Scene 2, ah, the supermarket queue,
"Good Morning to you on this fateful day!"
To fight the noble fight, then exit checkout stage right,
"Once more unto the breach" as the bard would say,
And on entering my local, still wax exceeding vocal,
"Landlord, pull a pint of your finest brew!"
Adopt the grand persona with Quentin and Fiona,
"To the toilet I must go, my aim is true!"

They say that all the world's a stage,

Wife's given the green light, for a chap's night ite,
Fearless to that discotheque with loud hurrah!
If music be the food of love perchance,
"Play on, Dutch courage, shall we dance?"
"I've got my mojo working, backseat of thecar,
Rove the hand undo the bra, unzip the fly
Trousers round ankles, (enter wife)
"I can explain ", I'm lost for words e rub ub ub ub ub ub er "I am undone!"

They say that all the world's a stage...