I know Thursday night is
traditionally billed as 'Mistakes Night',
with most of the cast coming
on late, drunk, half-dressed, or a combination of all three;
but Bill Weston, come the first performance, entered stage left - not right -
bearing a syringe, whispering,
with some menace,
“Trust me, I’m a butcher!”
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