The tale of me and my daughter's trip to see The Wizard of Oz panto in Salford today (or yesterday, strictly speaking).
Up with the lark, in the dark, barking mad
When so little sleep had. Had to be done
Motored to daughter for quarter to. Dad
Does his stuff. Tough sometimes, but also fun
To Salford Quays, panto season, he’s on:
The Wizard of Oz, because, because of
The things he does. Does he, or was it one
Big trick, sick like the wicked witch? Like love?
The witch is dead, head hit by house above
Lorna Luft aloft on tufted stick, bad
To the bone. Tone and Jo moaned and booed when
She threatened Dorothy. We later drove
Down the grey asphalt road, mode of thought glad
Giving and nibbling with siblings to come