The story so far...

Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum

pitch up at their local Am Drams.

'It will be a good way to get to know folk!'

Dum says to Dee,

she conveniently forgets they've lived in the village

for 11 years!

She has aspirations of a theatrical kind,

he just wants a quiet life.

They sidle in...

her looking like a galleon in full sail,

him towed along like a pesky life-boat in her wake.

Dum... think Peggy Mount/Hattie

with a sprinkle of Margaret Rutherford.

Dee... think Johhny Depp

shorter, without hair

a girl can dream!

So far, so good, well that is...

until Dee gets all the good parts.

Dum deserves an oscar for her performance

as they drive away.

'Well, you are so much more talented than me!'

magnanimously she cried.

Alright, I admit it was grudgingly said.

Dee gets a raft of parts...
A drunk Russian, a French Cavalry man, a Belgium General,
A Germany soldier, a British Tommie to name but a few.
Oh... also he has to sing Silent Night in German.

You, I am sure, get my drift?

Dum gets the part of a heckler in the 
Emmeline Pankhurst scene.
And not forgetting leading out the British
contingent as Ireland...
so far so good
except he, she, it, okay, I own up... its me,
 has to wear over my pierrot outfit,
a green wraparound skirt and
to add insult to injury, do a jig!

This is me who skulks around mainly in black
to cover the curves...
Now, not only head to toe in white,
but with the added bulk of a once round the gasworks
green frigging skirt.

I can see it all...
my bosoms will have a field day
as they move independently of each other,
vying for attention over and above the
Emerald green tent.
'BeJeezus!'

Some might say, serve her right,
time she was taken down a peg or two.
And you know something, I'm inclined to agree,
not that I'd ever admit it, mind!