His name was
No I would rather protect his identity
It could have been Kirsty or Eileen
Holly or Darren or Imogen
But it was
No everyone ought to be allowed privacy
It could have been Sarah or Alexander
David or Peggy
Yet it was he who thought
He could outwit Dara O’Brian
Small stage
Bright lights
Haze of smoke
Loud conversation
He walked on stage well enough
Smiled at the audience
Made to start talking
Then he froze
Not a word
Not a single word
Mute
Not a word
But he stood still
He stood still and firm
Still not a word
But he stood still
He stood still and firm
Someone started laughing
Then cheering began
His silence had them in fits
He turned to leave the stage
“Your go Dara” he said
With a thumbs up to the crowd