Drama

Some sworn advocate of drama
had not virtue enough to starve
but lived by ragged entertainment
feigning trauma to trauma
jumping from stone to stone
to cross lifes swell marsh
she acquires friends like kids get jewelry
and those friendy-bendys
drawn like bold coloured pictures with thick crayon
would be pastiches of people
mostly girls it has to be said
with plenty of costume in themselfes
swill round the spitoon of a house
Is it shaden freud or maternal
that weaves its silken yarn
amid the dross
and the shouting at kids
there is the walk
with the toddler to school
and there is always Mark
the shy bloke
Why does he hide in the corner of the playground ??