THIS NEXT POEM WAS WRITTEN AFTER I HAD BEEN DOWN TO SEE OUR YOUNGEST DAUGHTER ON THE STAGE AT THE NATIONAL THEATRE IN LONDON DOING ''ARBEIT MACHT FREI''

THE ELECTRIC THEATRE KIDS


IF YOU'D BIN DARN IN LONDON, ACOUPLE A WEEKS AGO,
YOU'D SEE KIDS FROM'T ELECTRIC THEATRE DO US PROUD,
THEER THET STOOD ON'T SAME STAGE, WEER WUNCE SIR LAWRENCE STOOD,
UN ARE FOR WUN APPLAUDED LONG UN LOUD.

TO GET THROUGH TO THE LAST TWELVE, WERE A FEATHER IN THEIR CAP,
BUT TO ACT ON'T NATIONAL THEATRE WORRA DREAM,
JUST LOOK UTT DUSTIN HOFFMAN, UN ACTOR IN HIS PRIME,
TOOK THIRTY YEARS TO TREAD SAME BOARDS US THEM.

IT WERE A PLAY, ABART THE NAZI'S UN'T CONCENTRATION CAMPS,
OF JEWS WHO DIED BEFOOAR THESE KIDS WERE BORN,
BUT THEY MADE THAT DRAMA COME ALIVE, FOR US THAT SAT AND WATCHED 'EM,
THERE WEREN'T MANY DRY EYES LEFT FOOR THEY WERE DONE.

MI' HANDS STUNG FOR AGES AFTER, ADD CLAPPED THAT BLOOMIN' HARD,
UN FOR THEM, APPEN ITS A TASTE A WHATS TO COME,
YA SEE, WUN UTT 'LECTRIC THEATRE KIDS, WELL! SHE'S MI' YOUNGEST BAIRN,
UN ME!..AM JUST A PROUD BUT HUMBLE MUM...........

By Sheila Betts.


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