by Nick Gisburne
The afternoon amusements have arrived
The thrill of expectation is divine
The members gather, restless and revived
An educated audience of nine
The club was categoric in its choice
No preference was ever made so clear
Descending from above, our hearts rejoice
To see the dancing puppet show appear
The ignorant know nothing of the art
A secretive tradition from the past
They dangle and they dance and then depart
We hear the chimes - the meal is served at last
The puppets, human, dainty on their feet
The dancing adds such flavour to their meat
