Poem: The People Working In Theatre Only Get Mondays To Themselves

Every night on the stage for the duration of the season, with just one day off for the good behaviour; most of the time they’ll never flub a line, or drop a plate or cup or fuck things up and I am probably a bad person for wishing they might. I redeem myself though, by being pleased they never do.

What happens on Mondays in the theatre? What happens at h…