Edinburgh Fringe Preview Show
Ella Dorman-Gajic - Did I Choose These Shoes?
Olly Watson - A Thatcher's Guide To Dogging In Bungay!
A Review In Rhyme
Out of the rain
I arrive
Here at The Bicycle Shop
One ride in the window
But oddly enough
Not one to be bought.
Where's the preview at?
I enquire inside.
Downstairs
And the bar is open
Said the mindreading barmaid
With a smile in her eyes.
Now down below
I hope my family know
that I love them all
As I'm pretty certain
my autopsy will read
Death caused by incense burning.
As my imminent
incense death nears
I grab a beer.
It's brewed from wheat.
In this day and age
Apparently that isn't weird.
Old school desks
Mostly make up the seating
Something potentially haunting
If you were born well before
The Millennium Evening.
I take a back seat for the readings.
Two girls and guitars
Hit the stage.
I can't even see in this corner
So couldn't really say.
All I know is that they sound sweet
Like crackling vinyl to me.
Now it's Sam's stage,
Stringed wood in hand.
He starts with a mention
Of losing his voice.
That can't be right,
It sounds like he's Adam Duritz taught.
This wheat beer
Has got me whipped
Feeling heavy past my lips.
Back at the bar again
Let's give something lighter
A try this time.
Ella brings performance poetry
To the stage.
She says all the things girls know
But mostly never say.
The audience want more
But it's well too hot to stay.
Olly performs his poetry as well.
His alter ego
Brings a funny twist
Of heckling hell
Talk about the doggin',mate.
Don't make us all wait
A yellow bucket
Is their yellow bricked road
To Edinburgh's Fringe Festival
So, if you do go
You should see their shows
For more than just poems, ya know.
