Great Expectations

By Angharad Lynch

Would you come and see the place to be? The RSC In Stratford Dusty old stage Where they act out the page Tears, lust and rage, In Stratford That big brown box By the tourist locks. Yes, culture rocks In Stratford Is that it, they cry in disbelief We thought it covered in great gold leaf That would steal your heart, like a thief In Stratford It's dull and brown, We feel let down Stamp and frown In Stratford Instead to Solihull we'll run Cram in the NEC round drum No more to the RSC we'll come In Stratford