The Thespian

On another journey of another tale, there was a patron of the arts,

One who said that the theatre centered in her heart of hearts-

The Thespian, as she was known, took a voyage to her desire

To Stratford, the Canadian stage, where her passion so did fire.

The giant stage, the skilled cast- they set her heart a flutter-

Only on and behind a stage she believed she'd make her bread and butter.

On her way to this intense goal, she thought of ways to improve her own troupe.

The Regina Players, if you will, was her favored home; her group

Of friends were Players as well. This trouper offered her dedicated hand,

Always putting the performance first. All the crews she would command

How to do their duties. As a leader she taught underclassmen how to use

A drill or nail gun or hammer. She lived at her school so she could choose

The best method and process for building a set. But beware!

For if one were to damage the set, they were in for an unpredicted scare.

I have once seen her mercilessly skewer with words her idol over a rip

In one of her precious flats. For all my advice, I have just one tip:

Never hurt a set in her presence. As an actress, she has seen

The stage, and from audience she's seen countless (maybe obscene)

Musicals, and from backstage she was everything needed.

She had an eye for people and those dedicated- made sure the worst were weeded.

She had no tolerance for divas, and often would see them first.

Unsurprised she would sit; others appalled at their worst.

She knew what she was doing- her advice was to be undoubtedly heeded.

So dedicated that she would wear her least favorite color- pink-

Though many the costumes she'd willingly wear. Come to think-

She had all kinds of experience- this actor had seen all roles

A singer in back, a dancer in front until she's worn out the soles

Of her shoes. Even a lead center-stage she would happily play.

Though the Thespian enjoyed sitting in the audience other days,

Enthusiastically watching the fun of others. Her favorite shows

Were many, including RENT, and everything Shakespeare composed.

She wore her decorated Converse, with plaid shirts and jeans.

Her hair was color not easily described- though it might've been

Brownish-reddish honey blonde. Sometimes she wore her favored

Musical themed shirts from birthday visits to Chicago or her own productions savored.

Her posture was perfect as she stormed through life, with important airs.

She stood straight, walked purposefully, with a smirk for all dares.

She was not composed of organs and tissue, like most are, you see.

For she was made of awesome, as most only wish they would be.