Perfect Day: Flo & Joan

This is an original poem that doesn’t have music, but if you want to get a feel of what we were going for you can listen to the beginning of ‘The Jellicle Ball’ from the musical Cats and that will put you in the right mood.

At four-oh-two the alarm siren blows
We rise out of bed on our tippy toes
We comb our one hair and blow our one nose
And start our day at the Fringe
Our perfect day at the Fringe

We eat a matching slice of toast
And bid good morn to the shower ghost
Whilst checking our veins haven’t thrombosed
On our perfect day at the Fringe
The perfect day at the Fringe

We dance our good time morning dance
To wish the day be filled with chance
It’s a curse for all if you lose your ba’lance
On a perfect day at the Fringe

We leave the flat at nine precise
And go on the hunt for all things nice
Avoiding shows that are improvised
For a perfect day at the Fringe

We only travel by underground tunnel
To dodge the flyers in their huddles
Sometimes we run into Sally Gunnell
On a perfect day at the Fringe

We head to Old Town to pick out a wig
For lunch we eat a half a pig
And wonder if this year we’ll make it big
Yes a perfect day at the Fringe

We skip and skap down the Royal Mile
Hoping to scare at least one child
This is fun, we’re not in denial
A perfect day at the Fringe

A perfect day is not complete
If you haven’t screamed down every street
COME TO OUR SHOW we repeat and repeat
On a nightmare day at the
Perfect day at the Fringe

We perform our show at seven exact
‘What the bloody hell was that’
We respect our audience’s lack of tact
On our perfect day at the Fringe

Once we’ve finished our final beat
We have a post-show drinky treat
Just one or two or nine, who’s counting
A prerfrect day a the finge
A ferfrect day *falls asleep in a bar in front of the Channel 4 commissioner*

And so to sleep at three-oh-eight
Locked into bed so you can’t escape
Same again tomorrow and we can’t wait
For a perfect day at the Fringe
Another perfect day at the Fringe