Congratulations to the Gunston Players

What a pleasure it was to see the Gunston Players light up the Church Hill Theater for three splendid performances of William Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream.  Indeed, I was so inspired that I penned this sorry little doggerel in their honor:

A Poem for our Players
by John Lewis

After weeks of rehearsing day and night

Our Players delivered great delight

It’s hard to say what entertained more

Samantha’s slaps, or Blaise’s snore.

For three days upon a dusty stage,

They brought to life a bard and sage,

We saw men of wisdom and great buffoons,

And a most unforgettable popping of balloons.

And alas, we thank our directors three

For the hours spent in the pursuit of glee

(and let’s not forget, the talented Hongyi)

Our Wiening, our Catherine, our Robinson,

Gave hours of critique, and direction, and fun.

Three days and nights we laughed aloud

At our players as they wowed the crowd,

Our regal Daniel, and his Catherine queen,

The Brothers Walls, and Morgan’s scream.

Oberon’s tiptoes, the longest in the land,

Added to his appearance grand.

And Jackie Gross, whose poise and class,

Gave hope and light to her love, the ass.

We loved Johnson’s wall and Bannon’s light,

Quince’s humor, and Demetrius’ fight,

Wegner’s suspenders and his shoes,

The fairies giggles, Lysander’s swoons,

We loved the singing, and the harp

Which I must say Jack Wilson, was pretty sharp.

Thus, tis my duty as your head of school,

He that is mostly fool, but sometimes cool

To declare, in thanks for a play so gay

That Wednesday, for our players, is a dress down day.