Play Practice

Theaterwork

Thorough Report of Entertainment Value Examination (EVE)

What is to credit of the Lord
A man appreciates it barely.
But when he then has reached his port,
He will be buried fairly.

If he is looking just for scorn
He best should stay at home there.
But if he can pull in his horn
I hope he joins us somewhere.

When in the end the fun has gone
And every joke has ended
Each miserable sense is done
And not by fraud is blended.

May he go home in pitch-black night
No worry him discovers.
And when he goes to sleep quite bright
Hobgoblins act like lovers.

So in the morning he gets out
When every sleep has got rare
Then of the bed with blissful shout
He didn't have a Lordmare.