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‘Book of Mormon’ is rollicking hot,

two-by-two dancing, rude - but  (like)  fun.

Andrew and I absorbing the plot

- when a sweet girl starts a honeydew song.

Wide open – an innocent snowball

of pure hope and sun in the morning.

Every note touching bellies and throats,

melting jaundice, judgment, disjoints;

singing from heart in a little face

sweet as dates, light as a veil.

At the interval, engagement is deep:

a tie at the ball, champagne pops.

Andrew holds a fizzy lemonade

nodding around, clear as a cat

‘I’ll marry that girl in the pink dress,

She’s just like me – she is me!’

and I wring small tears ‘I see, my son, I see.’

glance away –  too keen to agree.