Wednesday, February 21, 2024
In Broadway, a frenzy stirs, a sprung wheel turns,
New shows arrive, a flood of talent's touch,
The stage, alive, with critics' flaming urns.
With eighteen blossoms set to burst, discerns,
A challenge now, in pandemic's clutch,
In Broadway, a frenzy stirs, a sprung wheel turns.
Choices galore, for ticket buyers' yearns,
Seek guidance from those who know so much,
The stage, alive, with critics' flaming urns.
As curtain rises, anticipation churns,
But worry lingers, will they make enough?
In Broadway, a frenzy stirs, a sprung wheel turns.
Producers sweat, as ticket sales adjourn,
Anxiety creeps, in a tightening clutch,
The stage, alive, with critics' flaming urns.
Yet in this spring, as excitement burns,
The show must go on, with magic's touch,
In Broadway, a frenzy stirs, a sprung wheel turns,
The stage, alive, with critics' flaming urns.
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