in a state of pure delirium, issie serenaded munro for an hour while she made strange innuendos about mayonnaise
a beautiful parody of the prologue to romeo and juliet that munro wrote about the two of us:
two sides of the river, both alike in dignity
in fair london, where we lay our scene
from ancient grudge break to new mutiny
where creative blood makes creative hands unclean
from forth the fatal brains of these two foes.
a pair of star-crossed creatives take their place
whose misadventured piteous overthrows
doth with their job bury their territorial race
the fearful passage of their creative groove
and the continuance of their land’s rage
which, but their children’s jobs, naught could remove
is now the two hours’ traffic to get to your stage
the which, if you with patient eyes attend
what here shall miss, our work shall strive to amend
two sides of the river, both alike in dignity
in fair london, where we lay our scene
from ancient grudge break to new mutiny
where creative blood makes creative hands unclean
from forth the fatal brains of these two foes.
a pair of star-crossed creatives take their place
whose misadventured piteous overthrows
doth with their job bury their territorial race
the fearful passage of their creative groove
and the continuance of their land’s rage
which, but their children’s jobs, naught could remove
is now the two hours’ traffic to get to your stage
the which, if you with patient eyes attend
what here shall miss, our work shall strive to amend