For the Globe Theatre O welcome gentles all unto our show And may you pass with us a happy time But pardon, if I say what you must know, And that is - stop your watches, if they chime. Your neighbours' pleasure will be mixed with moan If you, afeared to miss the wide world's toil, Do leave alive your curs�d mobile phone Which, warbling, will set our blood to boil. Those little computators too, which run your lives And sing of your appointments as birds cheep They nag like stolid husbands or fishwives So throw the damn things in some vasty deep. Cameras, flashing brightly - be there none For you will fright us with a thousand suns. Now, all that said, it's merely left to say. Be happy, sit, or stand, enjoy our play. Back to Poems lists . [Image]