RIPCORD â a review
With seating restricted and wearing of masks
The play went to preview, letâs hope it will last!
Lucky for some who got to their seat
Because it was special, a theatrical treat.
Two ladies, to cohabit, have traits not conducive
One a curmudgeon, the other effusive.
A wager is on to see who can deploy
Oneâs sangfroid to fear, oneâs anger from joy.
Thereâs a lot of bad blood to get over the hump
Youâd think it a case of Biden v Trump:
A playhouse thatâs spooky, with flesh-eating clown
A baby to save, Abbyâs guard appears down.
A plane ride with instructions from Marilynâs son
(He looks familiar, has she got more than one?)
A parachute jump, not for hearts that are faint
Pull on the ripcord, free-falling, restraint.
Phone calls all night to get stuff that is free
In answer to ads someone placed on Gumtree.
A fire truck, torn, was by oneâs little boy
Sudokus filled in, all parts of the ploy.
The exchanges are witty, quips timed to perfection,
But darkness emerges, theyâd rather not mention.
There are family ties and finances turned bad
Relationships soured, heartbreakingly sad.
But out of the sombre, emerges some light
As grandchildren divide but also unite.
Sharing a room is no longer a fight -
Abbyâs and Marilynâs futures are bright.
The directionâs superb as are lighting and sets,
Seamless transitions and special effects.
Acting thatâs versatile, perfect for stage
Especially one, our own Nathan Page.
















