Grapevine The Musical

Overture
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen,
you are about to hear
a tale of greed, sloth
and those who came to naught…
of adultery, of indulgence…
of hoarding more
than what they sought….
AND everything else,
you’ve gossiped about.

Amusez-vous bien!

The story unfolds
as the fop
ponders over
“to be or not to be
a butcrack…”
Alas, his class act
turns out to be a ‘bummer’…
So, he bids adieu
and decides to try
something new..
Butt obviously,
what else could he do?

And out pop
a slew of dramatis personae
whose whims are
a dead give-away.

Lo & behold,
the mockshaver;
he swoops down on
demure Bob
and an unlikely
romance blooms.

(No, he hath no
charm but
just those
bare hands
with which
he strokes & grooms!)

The Yeti’s
silent treatment
achieves what
no one else has
done before…
The wayward tomcat
doesn’t dare to wander
far from his door…

Oh, lookout,
here comes
the one who
wears no kilt…
Even if you don’t
understand his inflections,
you’d know he’s
gabby to the hilt.

But the duo
who got everyone
to their feet,
are the ones who
indulged in a shouting brawl.
Their shrieking salvo
had one & all
eye the champion
and the defender —
one a “alleged” Lothario
and another a
could-be gender-bender.

And of course
there are those characters:
the amateurs, the bit players, the extras,
the thespians and walk-ons
with even more interesting quirks
whose lives are mental perks
for the less fortunate others.

But somethings are never meant
to be aired out;
if you know what I mean,
you are clever,
beyond a doubt.

For those who
can be talked about,
the one who turned up tops
is the mohican mop
— who’d sneak up
on you and ask
you to stop
whatever you’re doin’
“This is protocol” spewin’…
But, his reign draws to a close too,
for he is one of the those who
decided to head
back to his nest.
With too many cooks
spoiling the broth,
he thought it best.

As Heads began to roll,
so did tails.
A rumble in
the jungle
and everyone began
to bungle
lest they were left out,
in this brewing storm;
the coming of
a manpower drought.

Nothing perturbed zombie
who was oblivious to all…
he might as well have been
a martian
or a dead fly on the wall.

When whispers turned to rumours
and rumours to a babble blizzard,
some decided to eat crow,
while others got ready to go….

And what happened next;
is for me to conjure
and you to guess,
for it hasn’t happened yet!