and I know it needs help. What about that 3rd stanza?? Do I need to break it? Open to anything that jumps out at you. Feel free to help me in any way. Trying to use repetition for music and holding it together.
By George, It's a Show
At lunch time, men and women
gather together in the dining room
of a nursing home. Same-o food,
same-o people.
But then, Mr. George hobbles in
with his four-pronged cane,
barefooted and naked.
Like a stream, he meanders
in-between tables and chairs,
heading for his table.
Frail residents turn heads, point, smile;
dietician grows big eyes, opens mouth
but stays silent; a charge nurse
with an unflappable disposition
swaggers toward Mr. George:
Oh, Mr. George! My goodness!
What are you doing? How did you
get in here like this!? Oh my!
Mr. George, you must come with me.
You cannot stay in here like this! Why?
Mr. George, your pinkie's showing!
We must go . . . .yes, right now!
Here, cover yourself with this napkin.
Now, go! Go! Let's go! Someone
over by the window applauds.
Then, a wolf-whistle.
Mr. George and the nurse
go into the hall. Lights fade.
The curtain falls.
By George, It's a Show
At lunch time, men and women
gather together in the dining room
of a nursing home. Same-o food,
same-o people.
But then, Mr. George hobbles in
with his four-pronged cane,
barefooted and naked.
Like a stream, he meanders
in-between tables and chairs,
heading for his table.
Frail residents turn heads, point, smile;
dietician grows big eyes, opens mouth
but stays silent; a charge nurse
with an unflappable disposition
swaggers toward Mr. George:
Oh, Mr. George! My goodness!
What are you doing? How did you
get in here like this!? Oh my!
Mr. George, you must come with me.
You cannot stay in here like this! Why?
Mr. George, your pinkie's showing!
We must go . . . .yes, right now!
Here, cover yourself with this napkin.
Now, go! Go! Let's go! Someone
over by the window applauds.
Then, a wolf-whistle.
Mr. George and the nurse
go into the hall. Lights fade.
The curtain falls.