Read Poem: PANTOMIME HORSE, by Denise Buckley

When I was young I often dreamed of being a star of stage.

An actress with a name that would hit the world with force.

I joined a group and soon I auditioned for a part or two.

Eventually I was offered – the rear of a pantomime horse.

 

I learned the moves and put my heart and bottom into the part.

Practising our four – legged act with grace (boy I was keen).

We learned to move in tandem, raised money and a laugh,

And everyone applauded the best rear of a horse they’d seen.

 

In the meantime, I made tea and coffee for the group, 

as I was never given a part until winter of the year.

It wasn’t the rear of a panto horse that I achieved, oh no!

but now a goose, because they knew that I could wiggle my rear.

 

So, I wiggled and…