from todays prompt:
I frowned at the gown, though I’m sure it frowned first
though from the choice in the wardrobe, it wasn’t the worst –
I looked long at this atrocity and long indeed it is
but getting in touch with a feminine side was getting me all in a tizz.
The script had looked fantastic, but I hadn’t begged this part –
upon me it was foisted, now I look like some ole tart!
How was I so elected to be a slap-up panto dame?
My on and off stage reputations will never be the same!