• I was standing alone upon the side of the Boat,
    It was very chilly so I wore a heavy coat.
    Others Standing beside me,
    Also making the Journey.
    Being of the Acting profession,
    I have a perfectionist obsession.
    My mind seems to go before my Mouth,
    Oh, that I wish I had gone south.
    I knew that once I had been poor,
    Yet a opportunity in Rome had opened a door.
    I can't wait to get ashore!
    Just to see what Rome has in store.
    A side from my coat I wore a dress,
    It seemed to fit me the best.
    I must confess that my job seems a bit plain,
    Although some to think that its insane.
    I am very quite in my state.
    I do think that it has become late.
    My mouth was once a flame,
    But now it has become tamed.
    The people that are standing about me,
    Have already seemed to confound me.
    My eyes of once deepest hue,
    Have altogether turned blue.
    For this much is true,
    I will remain with my muse.
    Comedy I seem to find,
    Yet tragedy seems to stand close beside.