The One Nation Comic Opera

The diva belts her entrance
With forty notes of vengeance
But halfway through her sentence
The Opera House starts groaning:

“Enough! Enough! You’re screeching!
My rafters are all bleaching!
My plaster won’t stop ‘peaching!’
I simply can’t endure it!”

The tenor leaps in boldly,
“Oh House, you speak quite coldly!
But must you scold so loudly?”
The floorboards crack and answer:

“I ‘must!’ I simply ‘must!’
You’ve filled my halls with dust!
Your vibrato makes me rust!
Your high Cs cause combustion!”

The stage lights flicker, shouting,
“Their arias keep sprouting!
We’re tired of all this pouting!”
The chandelier joins trembling:

“For years I’ve dangled calmly,
But this plot is acting balmy!
Someone please sing softly – PAL?LY!
My screws are overwhelmed!”

The mezzo tries consoling,
“Dear House, no need for polling –
We’ll keep the drama rolling!”
But the balconies erupt:

“No! No! We want a breather!
Your love triangles grow seether!
And someone dropped a tuba –
IT’S STILL ROLLING DOWN THE AISLE!”

The orchestra, offended,
Cries, “We will not be ended!”
But the curtains bark, “Pretended!
You stop when ‘we’ decide!”

So finally the House declares,
“With dust and drama in my stairs,
I’m taking back my sovereign airs –
INTERMISSION FOR ETERNITY!”

The singers gasp in horror.
The audience screams, “No more?”
Then walls reply, “Oh yes, encore…
when you apologise nicely!”

by Bakchos