Calamity Delilah

'I'm not sure I want to do this.'
Bodily Delilah said.
'Oh shut up and get on with it wuss!'
Said the Delilah in my head.
'But it's really really scary
Not sure I'm made for the stage.'
'You are, you're being a drama queen
Just flipping act your age.'
Auditions were called to order
And a skirmish ensued.
Delilah wanted to leave
But other Delilah refused,
A slap on the right cheek,
A bite on the left arm,
Trying to drag herself in
But away from the harm.
'Are you ok there?'
Mrs Murray shouts,
'Yes we're fine Miss.' calls Delilah
Giving herself another clout.
'Right, on the stage then.'
Orders understood,
'But I...' Delilah starts before
A sharp stamp on the foot.
'Come on, hurry up the lot of you!'
Mrs Dornan trills,
'I haven't got all day
And there's principals to do still.'
'I really don't want to...'
But her sentence was cut short
From a rather stubborn,
Sharp mental retort.
'You're going to do this
Whether you like it or not.
Now get your big girl panties on
And give it your best shot.'