'Be not decieved if I have veiled my look. <br />I turn the trouble of my countenace merely upon my self. <br />Vexed I am of late with passions of some difference <br />conceptions only proper to myself which <br />give some soil perhaps to my behavious. <br />But let not therefore my good Friend Frieda be...' <br /> <br />'Donall, shut up! ' <br />'Lay off the Shakespeare stuff! ' <br /> <br />'I only asked if you wanted <br />a cup of tea or not? ' <br /> <br />She stands there <br />fuming in the buff. <br /> <br />I too stand naked <br />sans everything <br /> <br />but my dignity. <br /> <br />Ah, Shakespeare <br />in the raw. <br /> <br />'To have a cup of tea or <br />not to have a cup of thea? ' <br /> <br />'Ah, that is <br />the...' <br /> <br />I get a wet <br />dishcloth <br />in the face. <br /> <br />Exit. <br /> <br />Pursued by a bare <br />female.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/these-our-actors/
