Yes it's 3.44am. And yes, we thought that this would be the best time for our first post. Sleep is for the weak. We are the Theatre of Rats. Surprise! We are seven intrepid beings who all live in the same house. That's right, you heard it, a share house. ouch. And we're a theatre company. And friends, don't forget yasmin J, she lives here too.
Scrap that, here are some accrostic poems.
Colwyn Buckland
Overjoyed by LOST (the TV show),
Loves climbing trees,
Wriggles and shimmies in the most charismatic way imaginable.
Yet, it’s not creepy.
Never mind.
Eric Butler
Reads books, writes plays, builds sets.
Imagination is what he inspires,
Colourful hair is what he possesses.
Bethany Corrigan
Elegant, yet clumsy.
Tantalising, yet scary.
Happy, yet angry.
And
Never ever crap.
Yay!
Lisa Divissi
Intense, smouldering stares follow her, as she lugs her
Sensual sewing machine around.
And she hates games
Andrew Eddey
Never lets the team down,
Drinks Fruity Lexia, not by choice,
Reckons that Albert Camus is the bomb,
Entertains people,
Wherever possible.
Meredith Foster
Eats cabbage,
Rarely silent,
Ever creaking.
Daintily, she plods around with
Ease and elegance.
Teapots bring her much
Happiness. Yes indeed.
Yasmin Keany
Arty art face, oh, to draw
She seldom sleeps, so
Morning is not good
In her head she dreams,
Never is she without sound
Millie Sutherland-Saines
Is studying vet-science at uni, but
Likes to dance and
Likes to act.
In conclusion:
Exquisite.
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