It’s over, it’s finished, its come to an end.
the performance is done, we’ve turned the last bend.
curtains have closed, scenery’s dismantled, gone.
chairs all stacked, back where they belong.
microphones switched off. The stages lies bare.
where once it thronged now nobody is there.
make up is washed off, costumes are hung.
the last performance bell, it has rung.
echos are fading, sounds of laughter and fun
there are no more performances, Panto is done.