I Raised My Head & Sat Up, Paused, Composed Myself, Then Stood Up Tall in a Single Movement Whilst Keeping My Hands Off the Ground. Unfortunately My Feet Had Other Ideas, & Like a Newborn Giraffe I Found Myself Stumbling in the Direction of the Bearded Man Beside Me! Luckily For Me I Was Able To Recover the Situation.
& Then it Began... (as) Regular as Clockwork
An 'Orchestra' of Sounds Bouncing of the Walls & Thundering Past My Ears. High Pitched Squeaks & Drawn Out Croaks... Synchronised Enough To Fashion a Melody (of Sorts)!
Regrettably, This Musical Will Be Playing for Thirty Nights at a Mosque Near You. The Show Kicks of After Completing the First Rakat of Tarawee Prayers. The Bending Over, Prostrating & Standing Movements Are Prime Time For Pockets of Air (Trapped in Overfilled Bellies) To Liberate Themselves From Concoctions of Pakoras, Chapattis & Coca Cola... To Burst Their Way To Freedom!
Judging By the Sound of Running Water Behind Me... This isn't the Only Musical in Town!