Solidly, Charlie spreads himself
The red wine bottle near
It won't last for very long
Despite quality or year
Face broad, toothy, smiles
Both wickedly and kind
Personal and work stress
Seem all left behind
In truth, though, deeply suffers
One child much loved but lost
Takes banter, loudly proffers
Small talk but at some cost
Generous neighbour, he assists
In little chores, with friendliness
Windows fixed, picks up, persists
Calls any kindness generous
Prefers his girl
Opening night of a new production of Cindarella, a ballet with music by Prokoviev. The lead up to the night was prominent in the papers, for those of us who take notice. I think I have seen previous productions, but this was promising to be a more soviet styled appearance.
The night was enjoyable, not raining, my companion looked very stylish and she was great company. The ballet opened with a fairly traditional russian style interior of a mystical large house. Cinderella (Aschenputtel = Ash
